[Well, that certainly takes one mystery off the table. It's very hard to picture with just a verbal description to go on, even if it's functionally accurate in detail. And boy, was Guzma not kidding.]

[It's not clear what the group of young girls did to attract the cops in the first place, but guaranteed none of them could see this coming. Who would? They're not trained for this! And now their collective epitaph is 'blown to bits by bubbles'.]

[Nanu reacts accordingly serious, however. Blast injuries are no joke, and those bubbles might as well have been bombs. He isn't as bothered as Guzma (despite what the other man says), having seen a lot in his day, but it's no less unsettling and no less tragic. The added factor of the callousness and casual game of rock-paper-scissors makes it worse in a much different way.]

...Hmh. [That could be a sound of agreement, or just one in thought. It is like something out of a B-movie horror flick, and one he would laugh at if he saw it on television. But it's not.] It feels like a real memory; at least the way we're experiencing it.

And like I said—you can't fool the amulets. I don't think you can play your imagination to other folks like that and pass it off as a memory.

[so...like...it probably is real maybe...??]