Surprisingly, of all the reactions Ben could have had to the things she said, and how intimidating Eve would no doubt be to most others, Ben's first reaction was... to roll his eyes at her. He couldn't help it, the way she was talking about his husband now compared to how she normally did was... it was kind of sad, in one of those pulling a girl's pigtails to get her attention ways.
"Right, sure, because people don't ever freaking change their minds about other people," he said, then folded his arms over his chest. His mind was still open and he was still pulling up all he knew about her, from experiences with her to stories she'd told him about her life, her husband, her daughter. Lingering there was the connected memories of building the skateboard ramp combined with the extended story Ben had drug out of her about her daughter turning a skateboard into tiny pieces.
"Of course you're gonna think I'm the one with messed up memories, but I've still got tons more proof of my stuff than you guys have of yours." Ultimately, it was what was so frustrating to Ben, it was like part of this spell deliberately tried to turn people into the kinds of people who refused to question inconsistencies, who would try and excuse the 'holes' this spell had left. "I can pull out photos. I can pull out videos. I can point to people who fully remember my memories, and people who half remember my memories. When I ask any of you guys why you can't call someone you're supposed to know or why you can do shit you're not supposed to be able to do, all you guys have is excuses."
He shook his head. "Babe, you can excuse stuff all you want, but they fucked with your head. Deep down, you know it. The longer you trust Wolfram and Hart, the longer this is gonna be all screwed up."