"I would hope so," she says. "Now sit down." She's looking at him, examining his face. She's been ignoring the tension in her mind about his new body, because that does give her a touch of doubt as to whether it's really him, but as soon as he's seated she turns and reaches for his cheek and thumbs at his cheekbone, at his eyelid, at the corner of his lip. She's not making a mistake, is she? Isn't this really Church? Even though he looks nothing like the Director, and nothing like he did before? She knows it's easy enough for him to be installed in another body.

"You really don't remember?" is what she ends up asking. Because the interesting thing about all this is he got off on a much better foot with her this time around. She'd smack him if she found out he was using 'forgetting' the previous visit to the Moira to his advantage. But in a way, she'd also be relieved. No need to explain his memory gap, no need to catch him up on the events he's forgotten. No need to explain her fervency in grabbing him and kissing him earlier. Well...not as much need, anyway.