"Angel." The name certainly doesn't fit - how many guys are named Angel, seriously? Not that it's her business or anything. She takes another bite of her granola bar thoughtfully as she leans against a nearby counter, running this weirdness through her head.

She knows enough about the place, but not everything. Caroline isn't even sure she actually believes any of what she's heard, determined to think that this was all some kind of whacked out fever dream from stress and whatever. However, she can say the idea of anyone messing with her memories is not something she takes kindly to - reminds her too much of being compelled when she was human. Not a good time.

"So, what you're saying is I've been here before?" Her question is followed by her eyes narrowing as she looks at him. "I might need to quiz you on some Caroline facts. Just to verify you're telling me the truth, you know."

Precautions and all.