It... [Ugh. She hates talking about this. And no one's ever really asked her this before. It makes her extremely uncomfortable and she passes the Pepsi between her gloved hands in short bursts of controlled movement.]

It's not really that simple. It's not like watchin' a movie forwards and backwards it's... short bursts of things, maybe a taste, or a feelin', or... really strong memory. But it's all... flashes. Like strobe lights.

[Unless she goes in and pieces it all together while the touch is still fresh, that is.]