[ A wave of her hand, almost dismissive, because her coping mechanisms have never been all that sophisticated and she feels a little weird trying to pass them on. ]

I got - small spaces, for a long time. Darkness. Being too surrounded. [ A pause, considering. ] A lot of things, really. So I used to close my eyes and remember something from when I was younger. [ Happy. ] I have a photographic memory, so I would go into the memory and count groups in the room. How many green things. How many plastic ones. It was fairly specific to how my brain works.