[her brow furrows, her expression turning to one of both frustration and confusion. she looks left, right, and then back toward kon with a look of befuddlement before realization as everything clicks.

and then the flicker of hope.]

No, that's - that's not correct! I'm not Viola, or - she's not exactly me!

You're with me this time. [one of her bandaged hands reaches out to hold onto him, as if to clutch onto something solid] I - you're on the right track!