"But we don't know what is or isn't plausible anymore," Lisa said, absently running a hand through her hair and brushing one of her earrings, a reminder to herself that, whatever else happens, there are still plenty more opportunities for everything to go straight to hell. "Can't prove a negative, right? We have to play the really, really shitty hand we've been dealt, if you'll excuse my language. Weird doesn't begin to describe things."

She listened to the talk of what he'd been working on and her eyebrows went up again. "I've got memories of girls I know nothing about and can't bring myself to care about, songs on instruments I don't know and don't want to learn, and here you're trying to do research to figure out if you know something revolutionary that could work on this side. That's kinda cool."

...then Lisa's mind wrapped around what she'd said, and she let out a horrified sound, looking at her hands, watching them open and close like something had gone wrong. "Again...? No. No, no, what the hell's going on?" Her internal filter... seemed to have gone offline for a moment with her apparent stability.