Without even thinking about it, Ana reached up and brushed her fingers over her face. 'For a second there I thought you might be my mo--' Unless what the word he was looking for was "my moth" Ana was quite possibly going to have a heart attack. Yes, her memory at the moment was sorely lacking, but her eyes were not at least once she'd gotten her glasses returned to her. While she was not a kid, certainly, she definitely didn't look old enough to be the mother of a teenager!

Never mind there was the whole idea that if she did have a kid, she'd know it, she was certain. Even if she didn't know anything else.

But Ana was vain no matter what else happened, and she removed her hand from her face after assuring herself that she had not, in fact, added ten years to her supposed age. Thank goodness.

Letting her lips slip into a smile now that the initial panic was wearing off, Ana just inclined her head. Her voice was warmed and amused, and she slipped into the tone like an old friend.]

Well, that is entirely possible, darling, if you've had the same sort of head trauma that I have.

[And there sure seemed to be an epidemic here in this town, that was one thing Ana was sure of. But she was curious, so she asked:]

How do you think you know me?