[She's reeling, and he's rambling so much that it's hard to keep up. She shakes her head, holding up a hand as though to ward off more explaining.
He knew her well? He knows things about her? There's an odd sense of unreality growing in her, of vague panic, but this is so beyond her sphere of experience that she's not entirely sure how to feel.]
Wait. Wait. How well did you know her? What do you know about me?
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He knew her well? He knows things about her? There's an odd sense of unreality growing in her, of vague panic, but this is so beyond her sphere of experience that she's not entirely sure how to feel.]
Wait. Wait. How well did you know her? What do you know about me?