She shakes her head, though asking what in the kriffing fuck a chocobo is is on the tip of her tongue. "No, my apartment is by the petting zoo. House."

I can't remember is a frustrating, unspoken addition to everything she says, it feels like, and she rubs her forehead with the heel of her hand, biting back a wince. She can't tell if the headache is from the accident or just this place in general.