She had been here before. This strange place held a feeling of nostalgia that she was both familiar and not familiar with. How was it possible to be so confused about a place she obviously knew? That she had so clearly been here before and come to this bar and sat at these stools .... what was wrong with her brain?
Echo swallowed every last drop of her drink and then quickly asked for another. Right now, she didn't want to think. Or maybe once she was able to stop thinking completely, it would all come rushing back to her. She was no doctor but that sounded about right. Almost like a computer. Shut it completely off and let it fix itself. She was sure she had heard Monty say something to that effect once. Back when they'd been in space. At least she remembered that.
By the time her second drink was slid across the bar toward her, someone was approaching her. Echo assumed it was Rose but still gave the woman a look-over as she introduced herself. "Right, Rose. We know each other, huh? From before my brain decided to play games with my memory?" Her tone was cutting, impatient and definitely not friendly at first but after she got out that little rant, she felt like maybe she should bring it down a notch. For all she knew, Rose was a friend. "Sorry. Yeah, Echo," she picked up her whiskey glass and gestured toward herself, though she assumed that Rose already figured that part out. "So this is all normal, huh?"