[she's quiet for a long moment, which means she's fighting back the natural urge to panic at this sort of news. she has gaps in her memory, she's been killed several time, and now she's been reported missing? oddly enough, her most pressing thought is how the hell she's ever going to explain this to DCI Turnbull, who surely is not at all happy about the situation--and the bad press]

I...I don't remember. I really don't, kid. I remember being those places. I... [she pauses, thinking again, then shakes her head] No. I know I must've taken a car, but I don't remember getting there. [she quickly turns to the front of the paper, looking for the date] Five days...end of my shift on Monday... [she puts a hand to her head, struggling to remember. what was she doing on Monday? where did she go when her shift ended? knowing her, she was off to take care of some business with one of her alien contacts, but who? what business? she scowls in frustration]