[ jaw clamped shut, she continues to stare ahead, her blink more like a nervous twitch. she swallows. that's true. she came to see if it was all real. her fingers curl over the curve of the helmet before she forces them to relax again. ]

...but it doesn't mean- it doesn't mean I do. Or will. It's just a- vision. It can't even be- it's not a memory. I grew up in Kent. I moved to the States when I was a teenager. It's not-

[ she stops herself from saying it again. not real. ]

...do you?