"Yeah." She frowned. "I don't - was that worded badly? I remember nearly all of it. Literally the only thing I don't remember is anything much about the guy or thing or whatever who actually made it happen. That's gone. I mean, I remember talking to him, I even remember letting him into my room," a pause there, because Shego could almost count the number of people she'd ever let into her cabin on one hand, "I just don't remember his name or what he looked like or anything he said."