"So glad this is amusing to you." She bats and batters the air in his direction to send moths fluttering toward him. It's just hunch but Jess suspects the amnesia has had days to set in. If they're the source, which remains to be seen. There's little light save the moon outside to draw them out so she has to wave the blanket again and again to get them moving to an exit. While she shoos them out, Jess considers the next most likely place for this to have begun: Between here and the machine. Since she hasn't been there in a while, it's easier for her to recall the places it isn't housed, including the inn and the (sudden?) cornfield. And they'll have tea, she supposes. She has no clue what that's about.