We did, but you know that's not what I meant. I'd appreciate it if you explained yourself, or I'm going to assume you're not actually the Claude I know.

[ The thought pains her, having seen firsthand how someone's identity can be assumed and the havoc that can sew, particularly after what happened to her father because of it.

Clearly, nobody has explained to her that multiple versions of people can exist here, and it has her on her guard. ]

What's wrong with the food?