[she frowns a bit at the notebook; she's the one who's supposed to take down the details of other people's stories, not the other way round. but she knows he's trying to help, although she has a feeling he's about to be dismayed with the patchwork of information she can give]

Well, I got shot. There was this... [she frowns thoughtfully, trying to dredge up the details] ...this purple slime stuff. Turned out it was alive, and parasitic. And it took over one of our officers. Nasty business. We were in the middle of arresting someone, and...well, as they say, the rest is history.

Trouble is, what I remember before that is...well, nothing that makes sense. We'd been called to a flat. There were these me--no, they were...yellow. [she stops briefly, taking a drink again as she tries to remember] Some other aliens. I got shot then, too. With a laser. I remember dying--both times. But I didn't have the first wound the second time. And I 'aven't got either now. [she shakes her head] They didn't even happen in the same place! And I can't remember...in between. How I got to one or the other. [she rubs her temple again with her free hand] I feel like I've been thrown into the middle of a low-budget sci-fi film.