[ It's mostly the latter, but there's no small amount of the former. She hasn't forgotten what the bite felt like, even though she'd struggle to articulate the feeling. How could she not want that again, with some part of her? People must get addicted to it if they're not careful.

She watches him think, and then snorts softly. ]

It's not what I came here for, no.

[ Dropping her chin, she looks over to the liquor and grabs a bottle of bourbon -- a brand she's never heard of, like most of the stuff here, but the typeface on the label makes her suspect it's cheap -- and twists off the cap. ]

I'm saying, I don't think you can have it both ways, can you? A clean slate and a taste of everything. Fuck, I don't think we get a clean slate at all. Not in this place, that's clear enough.

[ She toasts him with the bottle and takes a swig straight from it, making eye contact the whole time. ]

Do you really not remember?