[She was still... dealing with her own memory issues. Improvements now, been some hell to pay, but mostly together again. Even if a little madness were here and there-] Either held like a sponge, or like a sieve.

[The dog barked softly, glancing at him as she rested a hand on the Scottie's head, scritching behind an ear of his idly.]

Odd, but I suppose some of that could be looked at more as an... interesting sort of adventure to take on. I've certainly had my fill of chasing rabbits, however.