She doesn't ask in so many words, but the suggestion is enough. He searches his memory, such as it is, wary of the ache he's already felt a few times before. Instinctively, he feels as though pushing himself might be the wrong choice.

"No, and yes," he admits. "You're familiar; the red hair, for the most part. But I'm not sure if it's because I know you, or if you just remind me of someone."

If that's the case, he wishes he knew who.