As Robbie struggled to clean up she realized that her over particular friend was living a bit like her. She tried imagining him eating takeout and it was a tough thing to picture. He seemed to refined for it somehow. Or too picky. Alicia didn't feel like she was talking to her friend. She felt more like she was back in the interrogation room with Roger only with less restraints. There was a cold aloofness that wasn't a part of her nature and she wanted him to spit it out already.
Alicia took a seat, sitting on her hands to keep her from fiddling about. "You took her memories, Robbie. That's---You took away her memories. So explain to me why so that I know I was right to trust you after everything that has happened."