[ There's something about him, about the familiar way he talks to her, that makes her want to reach her free hand up and pluck the spare bills from his hair—she doesn't, but she thinks about it, a small smile on her lips as she watches them fall instead. And then, after a quick look at her prize that has her wanting to hide it behind her in a desperate search for decorum or something akin to it, he speaks up and answers the question she had anyway, putting a halt on everything else as her head tilts, as she considers.

On one hand, it doesn't make sense. On the other...

Well, it would hardly be the first time she's apparently lived an entirely "other" life, would it?

Her smile is apologetic. ]

So... You've obviously met me here before—or... something like that, I guess? But I don't have any memory of that happening. I'm sorry. I don't know if that's something that's common here, but... it's not totally out of the ordinary for me, so...

[ This time, she does reach out, pluck one of the notes from his hair. Holds it out to him with a tilt of her head. ]

That said, if we were friends before, there's nothing stopping us from being friends again, right? Maybe... would you tell me your name? Seeing as you have me at a disadvantage~!