"Right. .Sorry. ." Clearing his throat.
"I assume you have a name Miss. .?"
He's at least trying to be nicer. Even if he is a little confused about. .Everything
Suddenly jerking away from his hand after the prodding.
βThe fuck?! Do you just go poking anyone you donβt fucking recognize?! Personal fucking space, asshole!β
"Have I lost it?"
He's prodding the top of her head
"Feels real enough. ." He's crossing his arms with a grumble
"Sorry sorry. .Happens when you wake up after decades. ."