She's been here for some time, but what did she really know? She holds knowledge, but of what exactly?

"Tell me," he glances down at the mug again, musing lightly. "Is there a reason I don't remember much? How I got here?" Other than traversing through the desert. He definitely recalls that much. "I don't think I made this reservation."

But he can't be sure, could he? What if he did? Why would he come to this small town with strange people?

Maybe that was the reason.