[ yang, for her part, handles the shot with as much grace as she can muster. which is not very much at all. she winces when the burn kicks in then doubles over coughing, leaning heavily against the bar. when she finally comes up for air, her ears and face are bright red. ]

Ditto, [ she wheezes. ] Maybe not remembering is a good thing if that's what it's always like. [ she waves for the bartender to bring over three glasses of water. yang isn't quite in the mood for more surprises. but while they're waiting and since they're on the topic--]

So...you don't have a lot of your memories, either?