There's too much noise in her head: too many questions; too many accusations; too many regrets; too much pain. It takes her a minute to wade through it all before she can find the strength in her to answer.

"Guppy."

Her voice trembles, threatening to break.

"When the door came back. He took me t'the infirmary t'check on me. I... I was underfed. He was concerned. An' he... he wanted t'look at m'scars, make sure they was healin' all right."

She closes her swollen eyes, and concentrates on breathing for a moment. She licks the salt of her tears from her chapped lips.

"I told him 'bout the sickness. An' the bleedin'. An' the starvin'. An' the aches in my body. He used his machine, his... he 'scanned' my body."