Censor herself? Hardly. Eve had serious problems about that, although not serious to the point of people thinking she might have Asperger's; still, she was usually pretty damn honest.
"I bet you do. Then again I guess in writing it's easier to read back and change some things, be completely honest without being brutally so." At least Eve thought so.
Reflexively, Eve downed the rest of her daiquiri as if she had to be somewhere where glasses weren't allowed. "I have no idea. But it's not where it was. The sun looks like it's moving!"
Either this was mass hysteria/Hallucination, or it was really happening.