[That gets a little laugh out of her, and she pushes a bit of wire through another wire loop, tugging a long length of it free from the tangle and dropping it promptly on the floor.]

I'm a mess up there too. Just what I needed, even more trauma.

[It's weird, in a way, that she's told Neal about her history but not her best friend here. For a moment she considers it, but then Jack goes on about how these things with the brain stuff, it's all they do so she shouldn't be surprised that they're good at it. Adaptation and all. It makes sense, but it's still messed up to have her thoughts hijacked.]

I guess it's just that my thoughts feel so private, you know? Like something only I have access to.

[When he knocks on wood, she knocks on her own head with a laugh.]

Come on man, now it's gonna happen like, next week!