[Her response is a quiet hum of uncertain agreement; she believes him, but the words don't conjure anything in her mind. The man continues to be a great big blur in her memory.

Better than static, admittedly, something she very much keeps to herself. They've both had more than enough of that.]

You know what's kinda fucking me up? [She speaks up, after a moment.] I can't actually remember their names. People didn't talk about them much, after they died. Just "your mom" this, "your dad" that. So that's all they are to me now.