They could be real! She thinks... Maybe... it's weird knowing the names for things without any context to pull from. A thought just floats in and then it's gone before she can catch it and make it stick. She knows warlocks are a thing, but she doesn't remember watching TV or reading stupid books like the one this guy just glanced at. She also knows what stop signs are and how to read and, thankfully, her own name, though she's having trouble remembering a last name that sticks. Still, everything is just a fleeting sense of that's what this is with no memory to anchor it.

Except this. This is different. He tells her that this is her regular order and something about it just feels right. It's got substance. Kenzi looks puzzled at first, but slowly the pieces of that puzzle float by in a translucent, intangible hint of a memory. She can almost see herself at this very counter, making that order, and smiling at the man she's talking to right now. It's got more of a hold than most of the things people have been telling her lately. He suddenly seems familiar...

"I come here a lot? I mean, I've been here before?" She sounds skeptical, cautious, but also... hopeful. Like maybe he knows her and maybe he can tell her what happened or why she's here or where the hell she's supposed to be.