"Transference?" Oh there we go, that was the reverse. Chris sat up to lean on his uninjured hand, a finger of the other running around the rim of his mug. "I thought of that, but... I don't know."

His eyes ticked over, still carrying his heart in them. "I'd have to talk to her to figure out more, but she's not talking to me right now. Or anybody, probably. That's... what it sounded like from her partners, anyway."