Your... hand slipped, huh.

[ it's... not a very funny joke to make here, considering how little anyone knows about each other. ]

... I'll think of something, maybe. Later, when we're not all... Anyway. [ depresso, caught off guard, still dwelling on what happened in trial. ] But, um, about the memories. What are you trying to hide from people, if it's so common? Maybe there's a connection...

[ between that and why it seems their memories have been messed with, that is. ]