His confusion causes her to regard him sharply, half annoyed, half concerned he'd had another bout of amnesia. She needs him to work with her on this, she needs to know what he knows. Trust the only person who might have any answers be one who's liable to forget them at any moment.

"That's where the car was last sighted. Doctor, are you taking any of this in?" She can't help but be exasperated. Her entire life is in this folder, and she can't move on until this case is closed. She rubs at her forehead with a hand, sitting back and deciding this called for cigarette. Well, any moment seemed to call for a cigarette.