Okay, so his memories are little fuzzy. Though the mention of bearers of light and the shrouding of darkness didn't sound at all like a good thing. She wonders if he knows just how is he different. She had never seen someone of Egyptian decent with red hair before. His markings didn't match that of African design either. "Different how?," she asks, right before a bump in the path sends her sprawling into him in an ungraceful heap. He's definately solid, she realizes when she blinks up to him from where she crashed into his mid section. He has a six pack, her twenty year old mind informs her. "Sorry. Old jeep doesn't have seat belts in the back," she stammers, blushing like crazy, and sitting up straight again.