"I know what that feels like." Her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek as she tilted her glass thoughtfully to the side. "My memories rarely seem to match with those I know in the village. Sometimes I see them looking sadder than I remembered or more thoughtful." She didn't know if it was all in her head or not but it was always unsettling.

"Time is different for everyone. We all have different memories. I don't know how it happens but it's possible that something happened and Vasquez is trying to handle it but unwilling to tell you about it." She didn't know Vasquez but she remembered the look on Clint's face when she had reappeared in the village.

It looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"You should get used to not drinking." She met his gaze thoughtfully, a hint of worry furrowing between her eyebrows. "If you can. This place is hard at times. You'll need to be focused." And not going through withdraw.