[She sounds like Moeka, the way she talks, the way she's obviously suffering. Okabe wonders, will CERES try to use her? Will they manipulate her against me the way they did Moeka? Are they already doing it? That's the spike of paranoia budding in his chest, leaping into his throat. The doors slide open automatically, and he walks through them, shoulders tight.]

[He settles down into a chair - somewhere inconspicuous, so they don't seem like two suspicious people, even though Okabe seems like a weirdo by default with the lab-coat - and motions to the couch for her to sit.] It's alright. [She'll be alright, at least.] If it's an innate ability of yours, that makes things easier to understand.

Now, if a memory transfer occurred, and I saw something of yours, you must have seen something of mine. What did you see?