She looks at him, falling quiet. She was glad she'd kept her helmet on this time, that it hid her expression. All these memories that were returning, and the feelings attached with them, and she was feeling the familiar stab of guilt.

"I don't know what to say." And she really didn't. Part of it was weird, that there was a little ... fuzzy ... thing, walking around with her name, but on the other hand she seemed to understand the implications on what it meant about her absence.