[She hates that they even need to ask one another such a question, but this place— it's given them every reason to doubt not only each other, but themselves. Nothing here can be trusted, regardless of how badly she wants to be able to trust in her friends.]

It's me. As much as any of us are ourselves here.

[It really is relative in its own way, isn't it?

But he asks for proof— and as much as it pains her to recall, she knows that's the best way for both of them to confirm. They hadn't breathed a word of it to anyone, and while she doesn't doubt this place could pull whatever it wanted from their memories, she exhales slowly.

Probably the best way to be sure.]

I don't— know the name of it, [what's Grease] but it was about being the one that I— you know.

[You Know.]