Yeah. It's mine.

[She settles on those words for several long moments, wondering what more she can even say on it. It's hers. Loosing a breath, she leans over and gently dusts touch along the trail of leather cord. How long has she been without it? She knows she didn't have it when she was in the laboratory. For one reason or another, there seems to be a momentary blank space between the point of trading herself in for Marlene. Perhaps it's been missing since then.]

I didn't have it back home. Didn't have it when I arrived here either. I guess... that's just more proof of what your picture has already implied. I wondered why some of the things you said felt like things I'd heard before. I wonder how many times we've had a conversation that we've had before.

[Looking back up to him, she shakes her head.]

Didn't occur to me to say something. Before now, there was no reason to. I wonder why you have it, though. Guess I gave it to you. Or you stole it. You probably stole it, actually, knowing you. Not that I think it'd be worth much gil.