It isn't that she wasn't used to these memories by now - it was just that over the last few days, Yennefer has only seen things she didn't recognize. Parts of people's lives, their paths, all things she didn't know or recognize that she then had to decide what to do with. Except this time was different - this time Yennefer didn't even recognize the girl who bumped into her, whose memories she dove into, but she did recognize him.

The pain behind her eyes was immense, but she had come to expect it now. Knew it was coming and could breathe through it just fine. She looked at the girl with a tight frown, the image of Kylo still echoing, mentions of Skywalker. Does Anakin know? Does Kylo? Yennefer, who had been gone for weeks up until just a couple of days ago, suddenly feels a bit out of step.

"You're from the same world as Kylo Ren, then."

Her tone isn't harsh so much as it's blunt, matter of fact. Might as well let her know what it was she's seen, or at least a part of it.

"Yes, I am Yennefer. And you are...?"