He hums understanding. Both of them, surrounded by other who just don't get it. Regardless of the details of her situation, he agrees the decisions should be hers.

"You asked if it bothered me, as a detective. To be faced with a mystery I can't solve. Of course it does. To be faced with things I don't remember, with events that don't make sense... it seems so important to do something about that. As if I was born to do it.

"But those things don't bother me for long. It's the attitudes of others that get to me. All the little looks, you know."

He suspects she knows very well.