Charlie doesn't have a whole lot of long, long time agos but he can't deny that there is a nagging familiarity to the girl in front of him. He leans closer, studying her for a moment as he tries to place her face, but still, nothing direct is coming to him.

"Well, my memory isn't always the most reliable thing," he says softly. "There are times when I just ... forget." Which he is sincerely apologetic for. He doesn't mean to. "Are you from Chicago?"