"Hey, you never know," she grins at him over the rim of her glass before she holds it in her lap, listening to him explain the space ship he... flies. Wow, that's hard to wrap her head around. However she can sense his frustration, it's familiar to her because she'd been feeling it herself when she first arrived. There was so much she couldn't remember, that she was still remembering, day by day.

He touches her hand and she offers him a sad smile, she doesn't move her hand away from his touch, instead she moves to reassure him. "You'll remember more with more time and a lot of headaches." Her other hand leaves her glass balanced in her lap to reach up and brush his hair away from his forehead without even thinking about it.

She lets out a sigh as she catches herself, pulling her hand away. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to navigate this at all. I've never... I've never had a fake life implanted in my brain, believe it or not. It feels real. This--" She waves her hand between them. "It feels like something that happened. I remember your laugh, I remember what it's like to kiss you, I can remember how it felt when you came back from... " She wants to say the war or training or something like that. "That's the thing, there's feelings, I remember those but specifics come and go. I remember what it felt like when you left the last time. I remember fighting, I remember it hurt when you walked away but I don't remember why you did."