( that causes her to raise her brows pretty high. at least she's managed to hold onto her name. the i.d. helps but she's not sure she forgot it to begin with. glancing down to the pocket of her clothing; which she retrieved from the sheriff's office wherein the pocket lies her card, she gives him a nod. it's not often she grasps onto social cues. that gives her pause. did she? for some reason she feels as though she recalls having issues with speaking to persons here and there. but when? why? she shakes it off. )

That's unfortunate. You must have had a hell of a hit to your head. I've managed to remember mine. ( she nods, pauses and adds somewhat awkwardly: ) I'm... sorry, to hear that, though. It must be awkward. ( it's an attempt at sympathy. here's to hoping it was done correctly. ) It's Gamora. ( just gamora. no last names. what are family names anyway? )