Trying to manage two sets of memories wasn't an easy feat unless you were used to it, and Lara certainly wasn't. It was strange, she remembered the toga party, she remembered talking to Hugh about the recent casting, everything she had done at Derleth. Yet, she remembered what she did yesterday in Empire City, work as normal. Not less than a month ago she had been back in England, she found her mother's tomb in the abandoned estate, she contacted lawyers and her uncle, finally signing off the Croft over to her. That all happened back home for her too, though in a different way. How were both bleeding in together?
Obviously, it had something to do with the spell, she tried not to mutter about it and be bitter on saying that's what you get with messing with magic you don't understand. That wasn't really important right now, and she was trying to have a better outlook on magic. All of it was enough to give her a migraine, and to make it worse it seemed not everyone realized what was going on. That was harder, but after talking to a few, she found it a little easier to slip into the Lara that had lived in Empire City in the last year. In truth, she was a little jealous, this Lara wasn't as burdened with events. She had only been through Yamantai before being recruited.
A heavy sigh escaped her as she walked into the apartment building. At least her flat was very similar to the one she kept in London. When her eyes landed on Steve, she was surprised that she instantly knew him, but then again, she didn't. They've been neighbors, friends, saying hi and chit-chatting, but as she searched through her Derleth memories, she was completely certain that they had not known each other. Not unless she counted the images and thoughts that came from Bucky.
"Hey, Steve," Lara replied, keeping things casual. It really was entirely too easy to slip into Empire City Lara. "How's your day?"