She let him wip away her tears, tears that had slowed to a stop almost immediately afterwards. Her eyes opened to look at him, smiling softly as she realized there was something different about them even if in a moment he looked overwhelmed by her birage of a questions. And that was the last thing she wanted. "Sorry. I'm just worried about you. Maybe my dad can check you out once you get home. You can stay in the guest room, you know? You shouldn't be walking anywhere alone or driving." Not after that sort of... episode. She wouldn't stand for it, she'd be too worried about him if he tried.

Still, when he went on to apologize to say that she was embarrassed, she shook her head vehemently. "Robert Leckie. Don't. I was not embarrassed. I was worried. You couldn't help it and I don't care how it looked. But I'm pretty sure most people didn't notice." Though, she was pretty sure of the opposite. Others around them had to have noticed a little. But it was pretty dark now, people wouldn't have looked too hard. "Leckie, you getting your memories back? I mean, it was scary for you but... You have them. And that's a good thing. Better than good."