"I- I just woke up here. I don't know." Her voice actually stammered, the hardened exterior broken as she feared for her life, her safety. She might have been an artificial being, but it didn't mean that things didn't hurt, that she didn't appreciate the specific sort of events that made her who she was and didn't want to preserve them in some way.

But it was mostly the pain, she didn't want to be hurt. And she wasn't really all that equipped to stop anyone from doing it.

That there was someone she knew, though, was a relief, and she looked at her fingertips, now covered in something coagulated from where she'd touched, as she crept over to his side of the room. "They're going to do something to us."