Peter blinked at her name, then connected the dots. "Oh. Sorry; I didn't recognize you." She was younger and a lot cleaner than any Tip he'd known. He gave her the best smile he could.

Then he spread his hands. "This happened. Not sure what it was, really. You start losing your memories, your self, everything. Eventually, you're hollow. Then you become...something else. There's not a lot of us left these days."