Somehow, she thought that seeing him would be like salt to her wounds but, in fact, it's the opposite. He is the balm to her pain, even just seeing him standing there on her porch. He doesn't look particularly happy or apologetic so that means that he still doesn't remember. But he looks almost miserable, maybe a little... lost? "Oh, no, please come in. Daddy's at work in New York City." She paused for a moment, realizing he wouldn't know what her father did. "He's a doctor."

She moved to open the door for him to come, aware that she does not look her best. "I'm sorry, I've been under the weather and I wasn't expecting guests or I would've dressed up. " Because it's not just Leckie anymore. It's Robert Leckie. She offered him a soft smile. "Would you like some coffee?"