The smile that crosses her face implies that she remembers, and quite well.

Beth glances down at her younger self who's been watching the interactions like a hawk. "He might. Neither of you have any reason to trust me, and I can't do anything to prove it without putting myself at risk." There's a faint note of chastisement to her voice, a little like a kindergarten teacher really.

"Uncle Smith! I thought you knew better than to ask a lady her age."