"That's good." Scavenging is probably her best bet, but that thought doesn't sit too well with him. He's not sure why. "But you let me know if it's not enough and I'll help you out."

He can't say he didn't think this was coming, but even so the statement gets a short, sharp laugh out of him. "At least makes one of us knows who I am." It's an awkward thing to say and he knows it, which is why despite her assurance of it being unnecessary, he still feels like some sort of explanation is in order. "No memories," he says, tapping his temple with the index finger of his left hand. "You probably know more about me than I know about myself."