She wanted to scream. She had the presence of mind to recognize she couldn't do that here, but it didn't make the urge any less present. She'd been warned. Her friends had worried. And here she was, everything gone to hell already. Her heart told her it was because she was Different, but she was also certain it wasn't the other her's fault. She'd told Clarence that all of her had to stick together, and that feeling hadn't changed now. It was a small comfort at best.

Lisa had a split second to decide, as her companion noticed her begin to freak out, if she wanted to try and play it off or be honest. Or, well, as honest as she could. The choice was made for her a moment later, when he'd elected to ask about her. No, I'm not alright. "I'm fine. Fine. No problem," she somehow got out, eyes wet as she realized it wasn't getting better. "Just... having a weird day. Week. Month. The exact number of hours since I first remembered not-me and started getting memories back."

She could feel herself starting to shut down, starting to spiral, her hands unconsciously on her head and fingers tangled in her hair, breathing shorter. Didn't want that. Not a good time. She already looked crazy enough, this wouldn't help. How to keep herself going- "Talk about your thing more," she bit out, even as her posture started to shrink inward. "If you don't mind, a-and if there is more. Might... ground me," Lisa ventured, not sure if it was even true but it'd be better than continuing to attract attention. From him, from the the nearby tables that had paused to look over, from a librarian if she hit on the worse case scenario, can't have that, can't have any of this-