Ah. Well, she appreciates his honesty. And the fact that he's not bailing on her, that is also really nice of him. She nods, looking around the campsite. "Yeah," she says. "This is Bosuma. It's a couple hours west of my hometown."

Man, where does she even start? She could try to explain what she was doing here, but it's long and involved and there's so, so much context he would need before it would even begin to resemble a coherent narrative. There's hardly anything she can say here that wouldn't amplify the weird factor by orders of magnitude.

After a moment, though, she hits upon something that kind of works. At least enough to explain why the memory exists, and why they're here.

"I was on a camping trip out here a few months ago. This is... the day my horns came in."