'Yeah, so they tell me.' Trepp set down the tea cup and looked critically at her own fingerbones. 'Course, I don't remember that. In fact, I don't even know you, Kovacs. Last thing I remember was putting myself into the tank about a month back. Everything after that's gone. The me you torched in that cruiser, she's dead. That wasn't me. So, no hard feelings, huh?'