"I know you are Moira Coombs," James says decidedly. "We----I know you."

It's difficult to explain their relationship with a version of Moira that doesn't have her memories. Because...it's complicated. They aren't friends, but they aren't exactly enemies either. They just, sort of, are. Two people caught up in histories they didn't make. He finds himself concerned about why she doesn't remember who she is.

He looks at her hands. "It's not good that you don't know how to control yourself," he says.