[She's glad to be rid of it, to be honest, and needs a moment to calm down after 'reliving' it. She wipes her face, taking large, deep breaths.]

... I don't blame you. I don't know you. Whatever these memories are... no matter what they show, they are only a fraction of your life. Little stories without clues or context. It would be wrong of me to judge you in any way.

[Scared of you, yes. Judge you, no. That would be rude.]