The explosion is startling not just for the fact that it happens but because of what follows. The memory that she peers in on is strange. The halls of Pandaemonium are eerily reminiscent to her own life caged in a fighting ring for creatures like herself from what she can see. Although given more roam, it was clearly meant to keep things from leaving that shouldn't. Gray, grim, and with such an ominous aura- She'll think about that for some time, honestly, even if she understands why it was built the way it was.

(He might catch an echo due to the psionic wave of the place she compares it to in his own mind's eye. A flicker of herself - even if with white hair and woflish ears, still clearly her - sitting and leaning against a cold brick wall and staring out through a line of bars across the small room.)

It's only a few seconds that she lives those longer moments of his memory. Some of it is only contextualized by, as suspected, the fact that it's Lahabrea's memories and he knows what it means. Still, it's disorienting when she blinks away the images to see the ground beneath her palms. She must have fallen forward after losing her balance but managed to catch herself, at least, and tries to steady her mind and body both.

"Ah, you... Huh." That's all she can say, really, as she processes the information she's just been given. "A memory about memories. Sure, that's- Why not?"