He nods. A sliver of agreement. She's getting something out of this, though it's only a tug in her gut; it keeps her in place like a fishing line. "They zapped me when I tried to sleep," she says with a shrug. She's still had worse. "But they didn't bring out the iron maiden. Like I said, it was all precise. They weren't trying to kill me."

Which is weird. If they don't like her, why not bump her off?