Wrath turns her head the tiny bit she can to see him. It's mostly in the eyes. "I can settle for the middle and hope you'll tell me the beginning some other time."

She listens, making the occasional soft sound of encouragement. When he looks at her, she raises her eyebrows, indicating interest and sympathy. She believes it. "That sounds rough."

She moves one finger indicating him, then her. "We have more in common than you'd think. Sucks to be us." Degenerate organization, unethical orders, torture. Fun. "I don't know how the thing works. I wish I did. But I'm just a good little toy soldier. I don't need to know anything. Just wind me up and march me off and don't ask questions, it's not your place." She sighs, an oddly chilly sound, not exasperation but a deep anger peeping through. "I think you should be proud."