"Yes, we've never met," Myitt says, narrowing her eyes. "But then, I apparently can't seem to remember everything that's ever happened to me. And it's probably not just the alcohol." She pauses, frowning. "I don't know what you've done to me, if you really have done anything at all." She tilts her head a little. "Do you work for the Empire? Really? I don't think you do, but honestly, who else would want to make me forget about something that's happened to me? I don't remember making enemies with..." She curls her lip again at his strange outfit. "...France."