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[[At their lunch, Ki, Trudy, and Nega-Nick (impersonating "our" Nick) are discussing Trudy's gradually returning memories. Ki has just jumped on "Nick" for cracking jokes about the conversation.]]
Trudy: Don't be so hard on him, Ki. Nick was beat up a lot worse than I was in that crash, so it's not surprising that his memory might be worse than mine.

Nega-Nick: [shrugging] What can I say? My mind's a total blank on that night. For all I know, Trudy and I were making out in one of those crates in the "warehouse." I can't remember one bit of it.
[[Trudy blushes, likely recalling when she DID kiss the real Nick while hiding in one of the crates.]]

Ki: [her glare softening slightly] Well, the flippant remarks aren't helping. If you don't have anything useful to add, don't interrupt.
Nega-Nick: So there WASN'T a mariachi band...?

Trudy: [with her head propped on her chin] It's OK, Ki. I'm done for now. I'm exhausted, and I can't remember anything else right now anyway.
Ki: [looking at her PDA] And our lunch "hour" has turned into several. We need to head back.