Re: kitchen
She shrugged. "Considering what I *can* remember, finding breasts under my shirt is the least surprising thing to happen lately. As for journals... i remember something of writing in one but nothing particular or even where I might have kept it."
She looked into the dark reflection of her coffee and then sighed.
"Frankly I'm surprised i remember my own name on occasion, my gunblade and deck are where they should be, my spells are depleted but my junctions are active, and while I have no idea where we are or how we got here, my gut tells me we didn't just fall through a hole. Someone brought us here. Maybe they stuck around."
She was sorry not to be more help but she wasn't going to fly off the handle over it. If someone had deliberately mindwiped them and stolen these journals, there would be a reason. If it was malicious, they would fight. If it wasn't, it didn't really matter. The past was past.
If no one knew if Zell had died or not, then she was going to believe he hadn't. That meant what she *knew* was wrong, or at least fallible. Her instincts had never failed her before, but she was more than ready to find fault in her mind than believe she had somehow lost one of her best friends without proof. she would learn to doubt herself, to second guess. She would have to rely on others to aid in her judgment. A minor and necessary deviance.