It certainly seems to be. It's been on my person since I arrived.

[His own voice has quieted, as well; the air between them hangs heavy, and once more, he knows this will likely lead to more questions than answers— but if this device is truly his, then it seems clear enough that they had met before coming to this place, or at least sometime before all those partially-formed memories.

Of course, it's more than that. There are other photos that suggest they knew each other quite well— the sort he's not about to spring on her here without warning, if he ever shows her at all, but even now, he cannot forget what he'd stumbled across, or what it strongly implied.]

This is no place you recognize, then?

[That part doesn't surprise him.]

It could be a trick— some sort of manipulation. Still... I have reason to believe we have met before.