I *shrug* when Kenzie asks if I'm ok. "Still breathing anyway."<br/><br/><strong><em>"You still struggling with the memory?"</em></strong><br/><br/>"Memory, social anxiety, and whole host of other things since ... " I trail off, staring down into an empty glass I was about to load in the dishwasher. I shake my head to snap me back to reality, and go about my business.<br/><br/>I don't wanna go into details with Kenzie, 'cause I don't know if she's trustworthy. She was undercover with Johnna and, from what I remember of it, she appeared to turn against us. I'll be friendly, but I'm definitely keeping her at arms length for now.