Faye's eyes widened somewhat when his hand healed up. It might have been slow to him, but it was pretty damn quick to her. She had more questions that she wanted to ask but when Faye looked to him, his eyes were scanning the area, looking for someone or something, more than likely escape. Shit. She was losing him. Maybe she had offended him, but probably it was all those questions. After all, surely he'd been trying to enjoy the first part of his evening, and that probably didn't include attacking a weirdo in the garden and having to answer questions about his past.

"Memory issues. Right. They can be a bitch." Since she had them too. But she wondered as she looked at him what she could do to make sure that if he walked away now, that he wouldn't just think of her as some kind of boring nosey person. So she leaned in closer and reached up to press the smallest and chastest of kisses on his jaw. "All the same, thanks for looking out for me."