The ease with which Doctor Kinney called her by that name - her name - made her think about things like how long she had been here, for how long she had had that name, and if it was as different here as it seemed to be, with no missions, and with no Facility - and if it had been that way before, what did they do with her? What purpose did she serve? The thoughts clattered and clanked inside her skull, and she struggled to silence them all.

It was difficult.

Regardless, she placed her hands in her lap, back straight; she would listen.