If she lets herself think about someone monkeying around in her head and putting memories of another her in there, Lisa is going to scream. She'll settle for shaking her head hard again and her grip on her arms going a little tighter. "I... then we need t' find out. We need t' get as much information as we can." Lisa's twang is coming out and at present she has no emotional strength to rein it in.

"If they are our past lives, or whatever-" Her tone is measured, slow. "Then we owe it to them to figure things out, right? I won't pretend I know what the hell's going on, but that feels right."