[Light wouldn't consider it odd, really, for her not to remember him. It was two years ago, and he doesn't expect others to have the same level of memory as himself. And yet, it's the last part that confuses him. The capability, she says.

The young man steps forward, caught between concern, curiosity, and feeling indignant.]

You do know me. I know I'm right; I wouldn't have forgotten you.

[WHICH SOUNDS HILARIOUSLY LIKE A PICK-UP LINE so he makes a quick adjustment to this statement.]

The red jacket, I remember it. It's the same one, right?

[There.]

What do you mean you don't have the capability?