[She hesitates. And when he puts a hand on her shoulder, she does quiet down, shoulders slumping a little. But she drops her gaze as well, fingers twining together awkwardly.]
... I don't remember.
[But she doesn't want to try, and find out that she hadn't, and make a fool of herself on the dance floor when it's so important. She doesn't want to compromise everyone's identities.
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... I don't remember.
[But she doesn't want to try, and find out that she hadn't, and make a fool of herself on the dance floor when it's so important. She doesn't want to compromise everyone's identities.
Amnesia's a bitch.]