[ A shiver runs down her spine as his tone changes so quickly. For all she calls him murderer in her head (and she does constantly, as if to remind herself to never forget), it's always been hard to imagine him actually doing. It's not hard right now, when she's locked alone into an elevator with him. Huh.

The momentary discomfort passes as quickly as it comes, lingering only as a bad aftertaste in her mouth. After a pause to gather herself, she nods. ]

Yes, they did, but even if I tried, I couldn't tell you too much about it. I'm simply lacking the memories to do so. You're probably familiar with the incentive we were presented this week? People we care about attacked by Noise...

I had someone on that fear-mongering image. I simply don't remember who anymore or why they matter.