[Back to the kitchen she goes, it seems. There may or may not be a bit of a burrito flavored mess staining some of the counters, but Angel doesn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she gives her surroundings a cursory glance, paranoia seeping into her bones and urging her to make sure they can't be overheard.

But as there is no one else... she nods, explaining herself.]

There's nothing wrong, if that's what you ask. But I wish to talk about what you mentioned last night. I want to talk about... our lost memories.

[Elizabeth had implied she remembered something after killing Luke, right? And now, Angel herself has gone through a similar process. It can't be a coincident.]

... I think you and I have experienced the same phenomenon. You remembered something after the previous execution, didn't you?