It depends on what you'd like to know. [Clarke says these words in a distant way, as if she's distracted. It's not like Clarke has a photographic memory, but there's something about Maeve that strikes her as familiar. She hesitates near her, looking her over. Those early days were a haze, but they weren't so long ago that someone vaguely familiar wouldn't stand out.
Her jaw flexes, shifting ever so slightly.]
Sorry, before we get to that—do I know you? I feel like I should.
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Her jaw flexes, shifting ever so slightly.]
Sorry, before we get to that—do I know you? I feel like I should.