"Blonde. Umm..." She murmurs to herself, tapping her fingertips against the table. She's sure that she's met someone like that in the past, possibly during the invasion? Try as she might, there had simply been way too much going on a year ago for Rakka to remember that. "I-I'm sorry, maybe if I saw a picture, or something...."

"....Oh." She frowns, gaze slowly slipping from Lazarus's face. "I'm sorry for bringing that up."