[ it's not her own memory, which is jarring in and of itself, but it plays out in its entirety before she's able to figure out how to stop it. there's an unfamiliar feeling of dread at the question, and she wonders if it's something this person gets often, enough to warrant that reflex to deflect and make light of it. thankfully, it's a short memory and when it's over, they're back in the kitchen of the safehouse. she lets go of the mug they'd both been inadvertently reaching for and gestures to it with a smile for him to take it. ]
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I'm sorry, please go ahead. I'll get another one.