[Nana straightens. There's every sign that she is alarmed -- perhaps deeply so. She tries to hide it. And, confronted with it, she's in a bind. Deny it, and she's lying... and it's see-through. Confirm it, though, nd it's all true.
So she freezes.]
It's... I'm sorry you saw that. Which... ever memory you saw.
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So she freezes.]
It's... I'm sorry you saw that. Which... ever memory you saw.
[Nana looks down, finally.]
...I have to learn to handle it.