Now that she's actually started TRYING to remember (as clear as it is, in some ways it's difficult-- it IS like remembering a dream. Everything from those odd blank-out weekends is), she doesn't notice Cooper's unease as much. She's too preoccupied. Frowning and wincing, she starts to knead at her temple again.

"I told him... I told him to stay back, but then he started... walking towards me, across the room with this... look on his face, like he staring into my brain..."

She trails off there for a moment, and it's unclear whether she fell silent from the intensity of the awful memory or if she's just... thinking.

But then, quite abruptly, she continues.

"So I threw a chair at him."