[Without having the context for where Yasha's from, the future she's heading towards, she has no way to think of jogging Yasha's memory for him.]

Uh, he's one of those cow guys. Grey fur, pink hair, pretty tall. Worships a god, the Wildmother? Really chill. Like the epitome of chill. So chill I like, get a little bit worried just looking at him.

[How can someone exist without tension in their shoulders? Beau sure is the wrong person to ask.]

He was pretty alright, though. Offered to come help without like, any pretense or knowing anything about you guys, so that was sweet. We needed all the help we could get.