( she waits while he heads inside, occupying her time by turning to take in the house that comes with the lawn she's currently standing on. it's a strange, vague sense of remembrance she feels when she looks at it. but it's hollow. as though it's something that someone is whispering to her in the hopes that she'll remember it instead of remembering it entirely.

as he comes back, hearing his footsteps, she turns and abruptly forgets that she was questioning the house in the first place. it's replaced with the curiosity to know her ( supposed ) neighbor. unfortunately, the name doesn't ring a bell. shouldn't it have? ) Nice to meet you then, Roman. ( a pause. ) ... or re-introduce, whatever the case may be. ( he brings up a good point. it seems pretty irresponsible to release a number of persons suffering memory loss into a city to wander among themselves. she shrugs. ) In our cases, we released ourselves. It does seem pretty ill thought out, though. Maybe they hope that being in the outside world will cause memories to return.

( but shouldn't they want to do that in a closed, safe environment, just in case something goes wrong with the attempt to bring up said memories? oh well. )