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          Strange. She is so sure the two had. Aylen gives a small shrug coupled with a look of minute apology; subtle, yet evident. “My mistake. Pardon my interruption.” It takes her a moment to introduce herself in turn as the ravenette was more than ready to simply depart stiffly. “Ah…I’m Aylen,” she replies. “Pleasure.”

         _{Strange and sudden as the question was she still felt rather bad, though she had no reason to—and she couldn’t help but wonder why this young woman had thought they had met before. Perhaps they had and she had just forgotten… but then, she never forgot a face. Or she tried not to. ”It’s nice to meet you, Aylen.” A pause. ”Why did you think that we’d met before?”}