@milocarpenter / audrey has a good memory for faces, and his had made an impression on her all those months ago. as with everyone she sees alive, she’s surprised, and this time the surprise is a pleasant one –– if he has any sense he’ll be surprised by her showing up, too. she thinks she can remember his name. it had reminded her of tintin… milou? no, milo. she nods hello, and, after glancing around to see if there’s anyone with him, steps closer. “ i would ask you how you are, but i think ‘ not dead ’ is more or less all i need to know. ” she flashes him a sharp grin. “ in case you were wondering, i am also not dead. ”
if he was being honest, the older blonde wasn’t someone he’d thought of much. perhaps in flashes, when he had little to be preoccupied with; but over the years, he couldn’t remember much except being overwhelmed. the apocalypse was distressing enough on its own, but an abusive faction leader and kitty’s absence compounded the preexisting intensity of his emotions. all in all, whatever memories he had of her were deep down there, and if he tried to recall, they were a blur. seeing her right now, however, she was clear as day: a vision for sore eyes. he liked to think this was a pardonable moment of shallowness on his part. “you’re also beautiful as ever,” he said, “if you don’t mind me remarking.” now, where and when had they met? he was racking his brain. there were zombies... and then... a cramped space.... had to think fast....