She's got both hands in the hem of her shirt, twisting it up beyond recognition and stepping back in hesitant steps, almost tripping as she tries to get back. "Why would anyone try to kill me, I don't understand, I don't..." Her back hits the rail of the boardwalk and the shock of it is as good as a bucket of cold water, making her go shock-still. "Cook?" she says, echoing a name she's sure she's never said before. "I don't know where I am, I don't understand any of this. You said you know me? Do I trust you?"