It's a nice walk, honestly. She could get used to it around here. The air is crisp, there's not too much snow, there's enough nature to keep her satisfied... it's a little like home, if she doesn't think about it too hard. And that's exactly what she's doing when Yuri asks that question that seems to take her off guard.

"Uh, like what?" she shoots back. "I mean, I've been having some... weird dreams lately, I think? Stuff where, like—okay, so this might sound crazy, but bear with me. I'm pretty sure I knew your name because I heard about it in a dream. And I think you were teaching me how to fight with swords in that dream."

Now, she would have no way of knowing that her blood type is different now just because she has no frame of reference for it. That's not stopping her from justifying things. "But that's not the only one. I feel like I'm getting that weird sense of deja vu a lot more often lately, like even with normal conversations I could swear that I had just dreamed them." Reality has a funny way of warping itself around to make sense inside brains that aren't prepared for the truth.