You mean the guys with the afros? [Miles tilts his head at Sierra.] They're definitely family-- I saw the boy sitting on the man's shoulders. I don't think anyone would do that to a kid unless they're really family.

[Are afros genetic though, in what that world would call genetics. It's a legitimate thought, considering people have pink and orange hair over there.]

I know only one of the other girls you've described, if we're talking about the same people. Pigtails, pink top... and I think I remember some fur on her skirt? The other one... I'm blanking.

[Miles almost resorts to drumming his fingers on the table to give his hands something to do as he keeps searching is fragmented past-life memories. There's got to be something more he's missing, because while he has a lot of memories by this point, they're still sadly lacking in a whole lot of things. He's opened his mouth to ask if they've seen anyone resembling them around, but Kallie's question makes him pause.

Of course she knows his name, he shouldn't be surprised. But he still takes a few seconds to decide whether or not he actually wants to know it.] I know your real name too, if you're really interested in that past.

[Because he remembers a conversation a few months ago. "That's not real," she'd said. If she's going to reject it again, he doesn't want to get pieces of who he used to be from her.]