She stares into his eyes for so long, he starts to wonder if she wants to method act. Something deep inside his mind suggests that he wouldn't mind the idea, something else tickling inside of his chest like a suggestion to go ahead. But it's fake. She looks away, she says the word, and he remembers and squashes that stupid thought.

There's not much he can say to it - To how she reacts, to how she cuts off and chokes. It's uncomfortable, all of it. The weird bubble that sits in his chest at the thought of it all being fake - Hope for something to happen? No. His feelings aren't even real. Worry for her? But he doesn't even know her. And she seems to have something for her spouse, doesn't she? Matt takes a deep breath - Tries to push all the conflict from his head.

She's an ally. Someone stuck in the same bizarre hostage situation as him, suffering from implanted memories like he is. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I'm sure there are," He mumbles as he ruffles his hands through his hair, messing it up. "How far did we go, hm? Impassioned reunion, 'oh Mr. Miller, I can't, it's not like that now?" The laughter behind his voice is choked back as he messes up his clothes and reaches into his pocket for his lipstick.