"That doesn't mean you have to be completely reckless." Her tone was tart, something almost reminiscent of the woman she'd been before. "You don't always have to be a bull in a china shop, you know. You can accomplish the same goal without alerting everyone in the entire bloody country to your presence." The very English curse sounded strange in an American accent.

She cupped the mug in her hands for a moment, letting the heat seep through her fingers. "The memories hurt." Just being around him was enough to make her head ache, but she could work through that. Particular memories that insisted on trying to resurface hurt more. "I don't- I haven't had a name for decades. I don't know who I am anymore." I can't be the woman you want, she thought, but didn't say.