[She's worried about him, and she's not weirded out by the fact he knows who she is. The latter is heartening, asking questions will be much easier; the former he doesn't know what to do or how to react. He can't reassure her— he doesn't remember a thing about this place. Hell is unforgettable. Reason stands that honesty is his best option here, no merit in lying, especially to her. She suffered enough cruelty.]
Not a thing. [He shrugs his shoulders to emphasize how little he knows.] Care to bring me up to speed?
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Not a thing. [He shrugs his shoulders to emphasize how little he knows.] Care to bring me up to speed?