[ Owen distracts himself with his beer, pulling it in closer and taking a slow sip. He's not sure whether he likes that understanding look on her face. Is it better that she realizes that he knew her, or would it have been better that he had just kept that to himself?

Too little too late, now. Can't go back and pretend he didn't recognize her, can he? Still, there are details he can keep to himself. She doesn't really need to know everything. Actually, considering where they are, it's probably for the best that she doesn't. ]

It's fine. [ Well, not fine, but he'll live. He offers a small smile and shrugs it off. ] Like I said, got you confused with someone else.

[ If another version of her even counts as 'someone else'?? He's not really sure. ]

Anyway, I can– leave. Sorry for just coming over like that.