If there is nothing else apparent, it's that Gaia is serious about her plans to find the difference between her memories and others. To this end she's listening; appreciating that D is offering advice on what to look for and work on.

"Hm," she considers. Briefly her eyes close to mull it over. "I think I know what you mean." Gaia has noticed some of these memories had aspects of D's senses. So much so that she's found herself sometimes feeling a little deafened by comparison. And some mornings still, waking up and hesitating to open the curtain. This she won't bring up. She's already admitted to enough details of her issues for one day.

And honestly it seemed cruel to mention how much more Gaia loves the sun pouring in on her.

Exercises though. Gaia looks like she's concentrating a moment.

"Maybe," she answers though she seems uncertain. "Could you show me sometime?" The memory may be there, like a half-forgotten technique that needs a refresher. It may manifest today or tomorrow or not at all. But clearly not at her beck and call. Gaia looks a little frustrated.

"Of course it couldn't be easy to find something useful," she notes in exasperation. She grimaces, remembering that she's speaking to the man whose memories they are.

"Sorry."