[ For herself, she doesn't notice the real Alistair has walked in on the scene, not until he speaks up. She's seen it so many times that she's continued throughout her day in a little, sheepish flurry, trying to steer clear of other people through the embarrassing bits, at least, until the day ends and something else (another memory?) takes its place.
The worst happens, of course, as it always does. She and Alistair haven't spoken since their meeting in Wonderland, the one that had ended rather badly and sent them on their separate ways in two indignant huffs. But, when he speaks up sharply, she gasps, startled out of her reverie by the fact that the voice doesn't belong there, isn't a part of the scene that she's heard dozens of times now.
Maker, of course he would just happen into her memory, one so personal and private, even with him. ... Especially from him, almost; if he doesn't remember, then he, like everyone else, has no right to be looking in on such an intimate moment. When he makes himself known, she jumps to her feet, red in the face with mingled self-consciousness and a little anger, herself. ]
Of course I didn't tell you! [ She retorts hotly, hands balled into little fists at her sides. ] Why would I? You don't know me - [ She almost adds "and I don't know you," but that isn't as true, even if he isn't the same Alistair. ] Would you have preferred I tell you that- that something like this happened when you'd just arrived? We had enough of a row with my trying to answer your questions without any of that!
NO YOU ARE NOT
The worst happens, of course, as it always does. She and Alistair haven't spoken since their meeting in Wonderland, the one that had ended rather badly and sent them on their separate ways in two indignant huffs. But, when he speaks up sharply, she gasps, startled out of her reverie by the fact that the voice doesn't belong there, isn't a part of the scene that she's heard dozens of times now.
Maker, of course he would just happen into her memory, one so personal and private, even with him. ... Especially from him, almost; if he doesn't remember, then he, like everyone else, has no right to be looking in on such an intimate moment. When he makes himself known, she jumps to her feet, red in the face with mingled self-consciousness and a little anger, herself. ]
Of course I didn't tell you! [ She retorts hotly, hands balled into little fists at her sides. ] Why would I? You don't know me - [ She almost adds "and I don't know you," but that isn't as true, even if he isn't the same Alistair. ] Would you have preferred I tell you that- that something like this happened when you'd just arrived? We had enough of a row with my trying to answer your questions without any of that!