[ Drumming her fingers on the table, she tries to think of a way to figure this out for good, then leans on an idea from many different books that may or may not actually work. ]

I wanna remember who I'm supposed to be, not...some other version. So, maybe if you start telling me about things I should know, it'll force my brain to try and find the memory and shake something loose. Not a tested of theory, but the only one I have.

[ There's a knot of tension in her stomach and she's unsure why; she's been happy, hasn't she? Or is even that fake? ]