So they really didn't know each other. Well, that made things somewhat easier. Crane had never seen her there before, either, but perhaps she'd just been another doctor's patient. It may have explained why she'd never seen him...although he'd been working there for a while, so he should have at least seen her.

"Yes, I used to work there." And if GLaDOS had been right, and it wasn't a dream, then that wasn't really the case anymore. If he was perfectly honest with himself, he had gone a bit crazy. But it was a useful kind of crazy, wasn't it? After the main effects of his gas had worn off, Crane had gotten the chance to act more as Scarecrow than he ever had in his life by scaring the masses of Gotham. It had been pure fun, while providing him with some interesting observations to add to his research.

"And I'm not trying to blend in. Let's just say that a certain masked vigilante didn't care for my experiments, and I wound up incarcerated there." Among other things, but that was the best way to explain it. And there was always the chance that she had been from a different Arkham, no matter how slim the chance seemed. If she knew who he was talking about, then she would have to have been from his Arkham, and it wouldn't have made a difference. But he'd rather keep as much about his private research and fear experiments as he could secret, in case he wished to further it while he was here.

"How long were you in Arkham before being transferred here?" he asked after a moment.