The captain stood there a little stumped as to what to do. It would be really rude to not let this person in since they took the time to see him on their day off... and they sound like they know the cyborg well.... But.. the main issue was that Jay had no idea who this lady was!
Did the war cause him to forget someone important? Has the stress of managing a music group finally taken its toll on his mind? Has he finally lost his marbles?
No... Surely not! Let's get to the bottom of this.
He clears his throat before talking into the intercom. "Ah, y-yes hello! I'll let you in, but I'll warn you now that I don't think I'm the person you think I am." He presses the button that opens the way to the mansion to let her in and now he waits by the door.
Ensign raised a brow to herself at J’s reply. Was it about his physical appearance? It had to have been in jest, considering that the J she knew had made jokes before about his cybernetics to make them both feel a little better about what happened between them... but his tone was too sincere. It wouldn’t hurt to ask...
Seeing a relatively normal-looking J at the door as she walked through the gates eased her worries a little. Emphasis on relatively. Was he... taller? Or was her eyesight just bad with all of the hair in her face? She tugged on the hem of her shirt a little in worry before shrugging off the thought and making sure her hair was still covering her eyes as she approached.
“Hey there, stranger.” She chuckled to herself a bit at her lame joke and then made sure she was out of earshot of the public before continuing. “Did you bang your head too hard this morning or are you trying to make a joke about me operating on you? I know you like to do that—the... jokes, not banging your head—but your tone is a bit more serious than usual. Everything okay?...”
She trailed off at the end of her question while making “eye contact” with J. Something was definitely off. She just couldn’t place what. She squinted a little, and... aha. Her blip was not on his screen, for some reason... What was going on? Did he actually somehow lose his memory of her and only her? The worry was building in her chest again. Maybe calling him by name—or what she thought was his name—would jog his memory a little... though maybe he forgot that, too...
“Amael...” she started quietly. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
