Is this how an amnesiac feels? It's frightening and reassuring both, this feeling of being known without knowing. To see someone smile at her not in ignorance but seemingly in full awareness of her. Did this other her manage to live in peace? Was she some sainted being, stripped of Rapture's corruption?

She takes a drink. It doesn't help.

"I'm only recently arrived," she admits softly. "It's strange, to be suggested employment as though I'm just another person. It's so much more than I expected."