No, the— the thing, you were saying... [Here's where not being the Face often fails her.]

I don't have anything in my head. Not— Not like that. I think. Or I didn't? Yours was meant to be gone, but I felt somethin' like...

[Sasha's suddenly realizing maybe this confused him too, so it might not have been a thing he did on purpose. Which is a relief of a sort, but still. There is admittedly an easy way to test it, though...

She thrusts out her hand, as if in a handshake.]

Hang on. Touch my hand. Don't be weird about it.