Beau's eyebrows just hover, high, through his whole account, and by the end of it she follows suit in raising her hand at the bartender.

"Uh. That's pretty fucking intense," she concludes, a little blandly. "I just meant, could you feel part of it was out in the egg instead of in you, but that's... good to know, that was gonna be my next question."

She says it flatly, but she means it, because she had wondered about the whole egg process. How much did he remember, what did it feel like, was it worth it. "And now, instead of being stuck in the mirror, the mirror's stuck in you. In your soul? Your life is crazy."