She waves him off with a friendly smile. "Don't worry about it," she assures. "It happens." A nice guy with fragmented memories is not the weirdest thing she's come across in her short lifetime.

"May Daye." She gets to her feet, offering out a hand. Then, after a moment's thought, she wraps her arms around him, giving him a light hug

After all, in this pale, it seemed appropriate to do such a thing.