Susan looks at her hands. "I barely remember our first conversation," she says. "I was... maudlin, and mad with grief, and barely getting through from one day to the next. I do remember recognizing you and realizing that you came from earlier in the story and thinking, no one else should ever have to feel as I do now." She glances up again, tilts her head. "Claudius was never married to Gertrude in your experience, correct?"