"It's not." She frowns, pulling away so she can look at him. "It's... look. I know I'm not the same woman. Georgia Mason died and her body was cremated and not a single molecule of me was a part of her. But that doesn't change the fact that I remember being her. And if I were to try and be not her, it would feel like I was pretending."

She takes another swig of her beer, turning to glare out the window. "I am Georgia Mason. Or as close as science can get. I can't turn that off, even if I wanted to."