[ It takes a moment for her to resurface from that feeling of anxious discomfort that came with the recollection. Wherever she'd been, she has the sense that it wasn't an overly pleasant experience, and that if given the choice, she should never go back there.

But why would she? Wayward Pines was home. Wasn't it?

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she looks up to meet Randel's gaze and offers him a reassuring smile and gentle pat on his arm. She's fine, as fine as she can be with present circumstances as they are. ]

It's the same for me, sugar. It's impressions more than anything, or things that I know about myself even if I don't remember all the details. Like how I know I used to be a teacher -- I just can't what I taught, or who, or where.