[Her fingers have a mind of their own, wrapping around Lydia's in turn so they're holding onto each other, clinging to each other for dear life.]
But how do I know that if I don't remember?
[She can't figure that out. She can't get past that...
With a sigh, she flops back into the booth, and without thinking her head drops heavily onto Lydia's shoulder.
She's upset, afraid, confused...and it belongs there, in times like these.
...and it helps. For whatever reason, as she sits there silently for a few long moments, it really does help.
Finally, she tips her head up to glare at Lydia.]
You never did tell me if they were serving decent coffee today. [Yes, she sounds petulant. Yes, it's ridiculous to act this way with a stranger--but this stranger is, apparently, her best friend, so she's giving herself a pass on this one.]