She’s not surprised to hear that they don’t know about the former poor fuckers stuck in the asylum before. That’s just how things in this place go, really.

But that other thing makes her just stop in her tracks. She’s sure Malcolm wouldn’t bullshit her about something like that.

“You saw each other’s memory? What kind of memory?”

Whatever he says probably won’t matter; she won’t like the answer. Maybe it’s better she somehow apparently slept through it or…whatever.