And in turn, she sipped her OJ. She wouldn't rush her way into an interrogation. Because for as long as she didn't bring up Drusilla, she reasoned he wouldn't bring up Jack.

She hoped.

"You're here. Now." She spoke over the opening and closing cabinet doors. "And I know everything was all freaky and new to you yesterday--" emphasis on the yesterday "--but I gotta ask. You're not, say, remembering anything? Are you? About yourself? Being here? Before?"

Like maybe the fact that we sorta dated?