He didn't get it. Idiot, she thinks, in reference to herself rather than Barry. It is unsettling to be speaking to him in person. It's unsettling for someone to call her by her name that is not her sisters. His question makes her look down at her basket in mute confusion. Right— freezer section.

"I don't know," she says, eventually. She is trying to remember the actions of her younger self. Had she told Barry her name was MK? Had they spoken in person? She had been cautious with her identity even then, but he says it easily enough to make her doubt. She must have told him. It's an uncomfortable thought, but perhaps it makes them even.

"I like the kind with liquorice. Hard to get in America." It's not that she doesn't like other kinds, though, liquorice is just nostalgic and delicious, and she walks over, maintaining a cautious distance as she feigns inspecting the flavours, while actually being far more concerned with Barry, and whatever Barry is doing.

I need to talk to you, she should say. In fairness she starts to say it, and falters, taking a breath that'd better suit someone running a marathon than standing in front of a freezer. "I know who you are. The invasion of privacy was accidental. Please do not tell people who I am, and I will do the same for you."

Someone award her a badge for mastering friendship.