It's like Deirdre read her mind. She takes the vial, not hesitating to pop it open and down it, without checking the labels - she trusts Deirdre not to outright kill her. She gives it a minute or two, in dead silence, head dropped low while the intense clenching sensation in her head lessens. Eventually, it doesn't feel as bad, not without sudden movements, so she lifts her head carefully and blinks while the black spots in her vision disappear. "...I've gone through memory loss before. I don't - I don't need it again," she says, shaking her head slightly. "It'll... come back soon. The last thing I want is my parents to worry even more," she adds, slowly leaning back to be laying down again.