In a brief second, a sense of hesitation stopped her from proceeding with her planned course of action. She couldn't help but think that this raven-haired stranger had lost his mind, and his memories, if his words were true, somewhere on his way to her location, given what he was now doing. Her rooted instincts told her to ignore it and go for the kill while the chance was still there, but a nagging feeling inside her chest made her think twice before indulging in her instinctual habit.

[i]His gaze, his words, his body language... They seem to match rather seamlessly.[/i]

[i]Way too seamless for a bluff or a lie, for that matter.[/i]

After a good deal of deliberation, she slightly relaxed the grip on the knife and took a step back, giving both of them their personal space once again. "You don't know who you are?" she asked. With a skeptical frown, she cocked a brow and looked at him, sounding much calmer now once she had determined as a non-threat. She still didn't trust him, evident from her tense muscles and attentive gaze at him, but at least she was now willing to give his words more value and thoughts.