The man might have known her but, glancing his way, Mary had no idea who he was. It took her a moment to even register what he'd said and, when he did, she looked as if he'd slapped her. He might not have been so terrifying as the purple fang man but having knowledge of who she was when she wasn't even sure was enough to tip her even further to a rocky edge. She could feel Typhoid clawing.
She stared at the stranger now with wide eyes and felt a flicker of recognition but he could've been anyone, someone she'd met or someone one of the others had. Sometimes she remembered vague flashes of the things they did but rarely and never with enough clarity for it to do more than make her feel crazy.
Mary gawked at the man for so long that she realized she was leaving the realms of inner turmoil and probably outwardly showing how disquiet her mind was. That wouldn't do, that always led to trouble. To doctors and injections and being strapped down in a cell. "Um-" she finally managed in a squeak and had to clear her throat and take a long gulp of water. "Yes." Dissociative Identity Order. That's what they called it. Was this a doctor, maybe? "How did you know?"