"Fine..." L said quietly, holding his knees as the Gypsy unloaded her gun and examined the bullets like valuable lepidopteran specimens. "I'm find. I'm always fine. Did I... know you before?" He thought he might have, but couldn't be sure. "Because... I know I was here before, and I know that you were, as well... and it wouldn't be like me at all to ignore you, or not at least make contact with you."