This one is on a completely different pole from the last memory. It leaves Vaughn immediately perplexed, and strangely irritated. To go from Daniel to.. wrestling a goddamn pig was just..
"Fuck this." Very deliberately trying to crowd her mind with her thoughts, her memories, and her plans, Vaughn takes off from the stairwell.
The image of dirty hands she strangely claims as her own, victory sundaes, and a grin a mile wide are the last thoughts to be pushed from her when Vaughn opens the door to 905 and shuts herself inside. Locking the memories out.