The sixth try? "What happened to the other five?" she has to ask, as she stands straight and looks in Sam's direction again. But there's a part of her that knows, or thinks she does.

Same thing that happens to all faulty experiments, right? Back out in the trash. Or worse. That should make her afraid of what's to come, shouldn't it? Make her want to fight that much harder to do...whatever they want her to do.

It doesn't. She's past that. If it comes to that, then hopefully she has enough alcohol stockpiled for that day, and someone she can headbutt in the face before meeting the end. She can't bring herself to hope for more than that.

"...tubes. Guy I know from back the way I came found me. At least that's what he says." She squints faintly, eyes crinkling, before waving it off. "In his version of things, we've already met. Don't think he's lying, so."