[ The confusion is mutual, honestly? Fuuta can't help looking a little concerned at the thought that one of his fellow prisoners might end up here and not even recognize him. Like -- what does that even say about Milgram, then? Was it all just in his head? His injuries immediately disprove that idea. Then what else? Maybe ... maybe this is a version of her from before Milgram, then? Not impossible. He's been told about dead people ending up here alive, after all. Ugh.

The slow crawl of tension and unease across his expression culminates into a scowl before Fuuta heaves a sigh. Scuffs a hand through his hair, clearly working through some thoughts. Then he finally speaks again. ]

-- no. S'fine. I'm not ... looking for anyone. Never mind. Forget all that.

[ He'd already known people from the same place could end up here; he just hadn't thought it would happen to him. Though. Well. Now that it has, he can't help feeling a little responsible for 'her.'

Muu's always been a bit of a headache and a space case, after all. ]

... did you just get here? Don't think I've seen you around before. [ Pretty sure, actually. ]