"You lose words," she echoes that thoughtfully, mulling it over a moment. "And the memories associated to that word, I take it?" Since losing words was a little strange but not that impactful. At least, not until you were here for a long time - which she hoped she wouldn't be. There were a lot of words to go through.

She forgoes the cabinets and heads to the fridge instead. She'd seen him pull out his bottle of soda and forgoes the glass, thinking very hard about what she wanted before opening the fridge door. She'd been specific and apparently whatever ran this place was feeling generous. Or, at the very least, indulgent. She pulled out the bottle of iced tea, the brand being one she could only find at the little corner market around the block from her apartment.

"Well. That is strangely useful."