Defensively, "I know that." Jess's free hand comes to her temple, blunt nails scratching nonplussed circles above her brow. Her eyes lose focus as she looks inward for more snippets of information. What power did she choose? What powers were there? What's the one she has right now? She hasn't used it in ages. "I just don't really... remember. What I did with it."

Her tone is factual, almost sterile, so as to not betray how shaken she is. Her memory is hardly eidetic but it is relentlessly dependable. Right now, she's struggling to remember any distinct interaction prior to or since possibly using the machine, even as she reaches further in either direction. Days could be weeks could be months, she realizes.