[Elliot frowns severely at her, but he doesn't argue because...she's right, and that's rather vexing.

Some of the angry lines in his face soften though when her answer is the same as his and he looks down in thought.]

It's the same for me. [That gap in his memory could be explained by the circumstances that brought him here, but surely not everyone here was...like him, too?]

I don't know about you, but I want to find out the truth of how I got here. Perhaps it will explain why the strangers are so wary of our presence.