[The looks she gives him reminds him of a year ago - or last week, rather, when he was suddenly a year younger and everyone was upset he didn't know them. He gets the same knot of guilt in his stomach, sorry even though she's the one who slapped him.]
That's... okay. It happens a lot.
[Now that he's sure she's not about to psionic blast him or something, he climbs to his feet.]
I'm Jesse.
[He starts to offer her his hand, but it's filthy, so he wipes it on his jeans instead.]
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That's... okay. It happens a lot.
[Now that he's sure she's not about to psionic blast him or something, he climbs to his feet.]
I'm Jesse.
[He starts to offer her his hand, but it's filthy, so he wipes it on his jeans instead.]