Margaret's movements slow almost to a standstill as the pieces click together. Yes, she does remember—clearer, really, than she remembers whatever it is that brought her here.

"Yes. Of course. You were shot en route to Seoul and ended up back at camp. That was... well," she snaps out of the thoughtful haze a little, tapping a stack of papers against a surface to straighten them, "that was quite some time ago, now, from my perspective. I dare say a lot has changed, but then again just as much hasn't."

Hard to even put numbers to it all. Things do so blur together out there.