[Shaw, on the other hand, is perturbed by the process of the memory returning. She wants it back, of course, but feeling it fill out the empty space it had left behind is weird, almost as if she's experiencing it again for the first time. It's disorienting how the annoyance and frustration of that day in the car feels every bit as current and fresh as the dull thudding she's starting to recognize as her version of grief, and the warm oozing sensation she's starting to recognize as her version of love.]

No...

[She says slowly, trying to use the question as a way to reorder her thoughts.]

No, she was dangerous. To us, I mean. And Finch thought she might be dangerous to the Machine.

[The fact that she hasn't explained the Machine to Will doesn't ping her radar; she's half-talking to herself here, anyway.]

He locked her up in a room at the library. She wanted to help, but he didn't trust her yet.