[On reflex she shakes her head at the question, but Armin’s no clearer to Aubrey. All she has are his hands in the pitch; the realization’s enough to have her squeezing back, reluctant to let up.]

I’m… [‘fine,’ says the old instinct;] not hurt. No injury.

[Not like Sunny—]
Focus. Endure. Persist… [She shuts her eyes (it changes nothing), takes a breath.] What do you last remember?