She should be used to the way the eyes of others follow along the scars on her face, but there's always a part of her that will seize up over it. Her stomach knots, but her expression doesn't change. On that front, she's gotten better.

"No," she insists, managing to slur just the two letters together. "I do know you. I wouldn't forget a face like-" Her expression lights up then, recognition dawning. "Oh! Oh! Trauma, right? Over at the Glory Shada?" She nods her head definitively, deciding she's got it right. "I just started a couple days ago, but I know I've seen you around!"

At least she's friendly?