He can't... he doesn't know what to say to that. He-- he doesn't know her, right? Of course he recognizes her face, because it's his face, but he doesn't... know who this is that it's attached to. Her voice digs into him like pins, and he feels like there's something there, just barely out of his reach-- not just her identity, but so much more. It's like there's a weight, something flooding in and pushing down on the roof of his mind, and it's buckling under the pressure.

He can't... take it.

He quickly turns away, keeping his gaze down on the ground.

"-- listen, I--" He bites it off; no. He doesn't want to know. It hurts too much-- he's honestly afraid of what might happen if he learns her name, and he isn't sure why. He can just feel the deafening roar of something terrible just over the horizon, coming closer every second he's near her.

The feeling of her hand in his...

He curls his fingers into a fist.

"I don't know what's going on, but-- don't... touch me, okay?" His breathing is uneven, but he's trying very hard to get himself back under control. This isn't a cool look. He knows that much for sure.

People are eating the samples that he's offered. And then, slowly, the energy of the scene changes. People begin to sway, clutching at their stomachs, complaining to their companions about how they don't feel right.

Someone throws up.

Taako is shaking.