“Uh...” she wasn’t sure how to respond to any of these statements. They? Who are they? She looked around the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary beyond the man standing before her rubbing at his temples, speaking about things she couldn’t understand. Maybe this has something to do with his map?<br/><br/>“H-hey,” she put the mop down, leaning it against the closet, before walking to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. Oddly enough, she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. She could see he’s troubled, though the reason seemed completely beyond her...for now at least. “Did something happen to you on the way here? I’ve heard of people getting a bad hit to the head and that makes them lose their memories. Maybe that map of yours leads somewhere that could help you find yours?”