She studies his face. Sometimes having an eidetic memory is difficult, making the simplest interactions fraught with unnecessary data. Today? She recognizes new lines in his face. Around his eyes.

Smile lines. There are some around his mouth, too.

"I'm sorry, I may have wondered aloud where you were, what you were doing. I tend to talk to myself and forget, he's, well..."

Her words taper off and she gives a little half shrug.