"He would not," she says briskly, though she turns her gaze away, towards the plant that she'd just imbued with her magick, because she doesn't quite trust herself to keep her disappointment from showing. Still, it might be evident by the way she exhales, almost like a sigh, or the downward slope of her shoulders.

She isn't upset with Cal for not remembering her, but she's still... upset. Her friends are few and far between, so the loss of even one is a hard blow.

"I am from his future," she continues. "He does not know me yet as an ally." Just... an enemy. How things change, and so quickly.