[Kyna doesn't seem to notice the hesitation, at least, and his assurance does make her feel better.]

No. Yes. I don't know.

[She distracts herself by pouring some of the whiskey into a glass, but doesn't drink it. It's clear stalling.]

I guess... Being back here kind of feels like cheating, you know? But being back home and not remembering anything about here is fucking shitty, too.