[ Vanessa might have been more suspicious about whatever Claire seems to be carrying if not for the fact that nearly everyone in their group has something strange on their person. Mr. Hargreeves alone seems to be forming a collection.

The pleasure of forgetting is an interesting phrase, but one that Vanessa can understand. While there is a rage that still simmers whenever she thinks of the false memories forced on her, there is a part of her that misses it. Some things seemed much simpler, and...she had been happier.

But she hadn't been herself, and she can never forgive that.

Curiosity now over Claire's predicament keeps her grounded from that anger, and she's only more-so inspired to find a new directive the further the other woman speaks. Advice, is it? Vanessa Ives is the last sort of person anyone ought to be listening to, but even still she wants to help.

Ashes are flicked into the water, followed by a thin stream of smoke from pursed lips. ]

You may be surprised at what I am willing to believe. After such an invitation, how can I not wonder over what ails you?