[ seeing frantic on Alvin's face is a little disconcerting. She'd remembered him mostly with his lazy smile, the occasional thoughtful glance he'd send her way. Anger, once or twice, but panic?

That had been even more rare. From what she remembers, and she thinks it's odd that she hadn't remembered, up until the point where she'd stared into his face and wondered at first, who on earth this person was.

Again, her grip tightens. It's all too raw now; everything that had happened was still so recent. ]

Pandora fell under attack by an opposing group; our connection to our Chains was lost, temporarily-- [ though she hadn't known it at the time, when Equus had suddenly slipped through her fingers like an actual shadow ] My grandmother had been badly injured and we were taken hostage... well. [ with a humorless smile. There's so much to tell, but to explain the Baskervilles would take more energy than she currently has. ] They would have wanted us dead, either way.

But they're as fine as can be expected. I was with Break before... [ she gestures briefly, at the scenery that's still so unfamiliar. ] All of this.