"Huh?" Jess stalls as she tries to remember. It's like recalling a dream, one so real and vivid and mundane that she can't determine if it actually happened. "Uh, I think so." She has a vague image of what the machine looks like, or what she thinks it looks like, standing in front of it, contemplating a selection. Considering what a big, risky decision that would have been, it's peculiar that her mind can't solidify the event nor the events surrounding it.

Her crinkled gaze zips to her cup of moonshine, wondering what percentage, if any, it's contributing to her mid-term memory lapse.