If there's one good thing to say about not having a date, it's that you can't accidentally misplace them. Though she will admit that it's a bit disorienting not to have any sort of touchstone in a sea of people.

"Do I?" she asks, blinking up at him and losing herself in way too many (and not at all enough) details. "You don't."

She taps a finger against the side of her mask, "I wasn't going to tell anyone who I am. But, if it helps, I can tell you who I'm not?"