[No, because he doesn't understand what's happening??]

How do you know about my memory?

[He's pushed away from the man hastily, but he's still asking questions as they round the corner of the block.]

Wait, wait, wait! Please, I don't know what you're doing. I don't have a mother or anything so I really don't understand what this is all about. Why did you call that man a con artist? He said he's sick.