Frowning for a moment, Erica's head canted as she looked at him. "Because I was made fun of for something out of my control and now I can do it to other people?"

It was possibly ironic more than anything, but she really didn't have too many people to be angry at here. Back home, yes. In a heart-beat yes -- which was a startling thought to have, but it was there regardless. Years of being put down and then to have the chance to be the one doing the putting down? No question about it.

Here... here, hardly anyone knew and the people that did know she had told. It wasn't the same.

"I think it's just what they gave me. I don't know why they did it. It won't help me, I know that much." Her mouth drew into a tight line, "I black-out. The seizures -- I don't remember them, so I can't stop myself from having a seizure, because I'm not really aware it's happening until I regain consciousness."

Her voice trailed off there at the end. The unease of just discussing it coming from her quickly. "Sorry, I shouldn't talk about it." She paused, "Rather, I don't like talking about it."