[Fuck. Okay. The workings of this place, when she realizes them, coldly unnerve her. This is something else entirely and she thinks she's pissed, actually.
Erika's expression becomes complex, brows furrowed. If there's a hole like that in her memory, she thinks she would know, for all the time she spends checking for that kind of thing. But what if?]
How can you tell? [There is a sudden, hushed intensity about her, bearing down on him.] Is there something about them left over?
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Erika's expression becomes complex, brows furrowed. If there's a hole like that in her memory, she thinks she would know, for all the time she spends checking for that kind of thing. But what if?]
How can you tell? [There is a sudden, hushed intensity about her, bearing down on him.] Is there something about them left over?