[She will eat a second slice of apple. This one has the cinnamon. She looks quizzical as her fingertips are a little dusty and she tries to discreetly transfer it back onto the apple.]

The last thing I remember before coming here is actually... A mission where I was required to travel some distance without the iron maiden. It was truly refreshing... [Her eyes are envisioning it again. Letting herself feel that feeling, that relief. Being strong here had let her deny needing it.] The seaside air, the fast car. But now... It is like running a race. Is the loser relieved to stop running? Is the winner less sore in his muscles when he receives a trophy?