[Honestly, it doesn't even occur to him to be offended. That's the contradiction about him. He's awfully prideful except in all the ways he's not. The idea that she might say something pointed to draw his attention to their fraught last meetings doesn't even occur. All he can really tell is that she's awkward and upset and, well. He can't blame her for that.]

[He can probably manage to blame himself, though. And how has he been? Staring past Riley at nothing, his brow furrows slightly, trying for the first time to make sense of the order of things. What was real and what wasn't. What's bothering him and why.]

[For the first time, his mind catches on something, and his eyes go wide.]

Did you — did you know someone named Trish? In the other place. Trish Una. About this tall— [He gestures to about his cheekbone.] With pink hair. Do you remember her? Have you seen her here?