There is an anxious laugh from the woman in reply-though the fuzziness of her own memories isn't nearly so severe, she can't say she runs on all cylinders right now either. Her voice is tired, and she shakes her head. "Haaaaaah, I know the feeling...I don't really know how w...well I'll do at the zs though," she yawns, blinking away a sleepy haze. "...things seem a little intense with those weird posters..."

....They're only intense because of the murder association she found, honestly, but she won't be sharing that to anyone she isn't especially close to in the matters of the supernatural.

...which is, go figure, a category that Greg is mercifully part of, not that the idea quite occurs to share just yet.