"You don't remember any of it, do you?"  Disappointment showed in her face.  It was perfectly understandable, it suggested more that he was possessed than that he had any real control over matters, but she'd still hoped he'd be able to tell them something.  Maybe he still could.  "How long has this been happening, and how often?"  She reached over to put a hand on his shoulder, though she wouldn't stop him from eating.  If necessary, it was easy enough for her to start turning on the charm, but she expected that he'd be more than happy to finally bare his soul to a sympathetic audience.