"We gotta make do with what we can make ourselves, right? Cause yeah, we don't get to..." She mimes going Rar.

"Hey, since we're in my city..." Maybe this is how these memories work. No other way to tell. "Come on. My favorite noodle place is like two blocks that way."

No need to watch herself getting scraped off a sidewalk any longer. She knows how it all godes.