[She swings that arm in the direction of his in a very "don't worry about it" kind of slapping way. Huizi drops onto his head.]

Like...I don't know how to describe what happened. It was... [She sighs through her nose. Verbalizing it is already transforming the memory, and as unpleasant a memory as it is, uncertainty only makes it more so.] There was a room with no exits. And another me. And time was...distorted, maybe?