Pulling memories from last night is a slower, more difficult process than she would have thought. Everything is tangled up in the confusing knot of memories that was the shooting itself.

This part at least though, was fairly easy. All the same, her hand grips Aqua's a little tighter, head bowing.

"Just... just one," she starts slowly, "I was on my way home, after running an errand when I ran into him." Slow deep breath. There's frequent pauses in her speech as she gathers her strength. And tries not to feel like a fool for letting this whole thing happen. "He kept me from falling but... when he saw who I was, he didn't let go."