His eyes shift towards her, and it takes a moment before he places her. The woman with the blanket.

He'd not even asked her name, at the time. So mistrustful of everyone and everything here. There's a twinge of something almost like regret before his expression flattens to something more neutral.

"I am. I remember you."

Though the two of them look quite different now, under the glow of the party lights and dressed in their bot-mandated finest.