*looks dubious, but turns aside from Tinman and lifts her top so only Annanagram can see her belly, crisscrossed with thick white scars* These concerns, little cat.
*looks back* Excuse a lady trying to preserve her modesty, Tin-Man
*a slightly grim expression takes her face, her broad forehead creasing*
Arachne's memory... *sighs again* I can only guess. It's a long time since she was able to remember everything, you know. She forgot us for a year, and now she remembers us, she's forgotten you.