Left. [She frowns as she says it, and resists asking if it's a polite euphemism.

She resists asking anything she wants to, really - how long ago was this, how big was the team, where the hell is Charles. Bombarding Lorna with questions won't ease her anxiety any. She has her own explanation to give. ]

I met you a long time ago. Except...not quite you, I don't think. [ She sighs, running a hand through her hair, and her golden cuff gleams in the pale sunlight. ]

...Can I buy you a hot chocolate? We can sit down, and I can try to explain.