"They?" Does he mean... the hospital? Or whoever is watching behind the cameras? It makes sense. Covering up whatever memory voodoo they did with a trauma, injury, whatever the accident was. She's still not sure if it's some kind of brain implant out of a sci-fi movie or... magic? Magic's not real. It might be? No. That's more of the weird memory shit surfacing, fake stuff about magical creatures and humans that can do weird things and might not actually be human. Aliens maybe? See, this is why it's hard to keep things straight!

Kenzi looks even more confused when Rumlow starts talking about programs and missions. It's hard to keep her expression neutral like his, her brows knit together and her lips form a pout that she can't easily mask. She covers it by wiping at her face with her hand and shaking her head to try and clear it.

"Nooooot following, babe. You lost me." The closest thing to missions she can remember are illegal operations. Theft, cons, auto part distribution. In...investigating? She does remember investigating. Remembers going undercover with a dark haired woman. Brown eyes-- or were they blue? "I can't sort this shit out. Mentally, I mean... it's an actual hot mess up there. Why would we be on a mission?"