[ She sets to work on pouring, fishing out two glasses after reaching for that bottle; maybe she'll give his a slightly heavier pour than hers considering she's technically on the clock, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have her listening ears on. In fact, she's probably better-qualified for that since she won't be drinking as much.

But his words prompt a reminder for her too, one that she hasn't exactly tampered down since returning from the fort — but she's in a different place now than she was then, before she'd almost lost the one person she'd realized she felt the most deeply for. ] Yeah. Yeah, I — lost a few people too, around then. Some of them never came back at all. [ But one of them had, after living out an entire year apart from this place; a week had only passed for her here but it had been just enough time to convince her that he'd been dead or gone for good.

And based on Bellamy's tone, his reunion had been even more mixed than hers was, especially considering what she'd noticed between the two of them several times. ]

She's from a different time. Or a place than she was before. And she doesn't remember being here, right? [ She'd learned as much for herself before, with Frank; even if his memories had come back when he had, he'd forgotten everything when he'd disappeared. ]