Welp. She's been here a few hours or so, and she's already been kissed by a stranger. What the hell...

"I..." She clearly made a face of frustration as though she were wracking her memory, but she knew she wouldn't remember -- "don't. I think we can still make this work, though -- if you just tell me your memories of me, we can haphazardly reconstruct our relationship. It won't be the same as something continuous, but this might be the best we can manage."