[ Trying not to worry? He may as well have asked her to chop an arm off. If he hadn't said he'd been in this hellscape long enough to adjust to it, she'd probably have doubled down on the worry.

Actually, no. She will definitely double down on the worry. Secretly, though.

Kara follows him without hesitation, nodding silently. What he says doesn't help her comfort levels, either. If someone as resourceful and intelligent as he was didn't know what was happening, thing were worse than she could've ever imagined.

Eventually, she settles into a chair, ten times more the bundle of nervous energy than she was before. He's right; so many of her questions revolve around her body, their situation. But if Markus doesn't have answers, she doesn't want to waste time asking for them. ]

I'd thought it was revenge, because you'd finally freed us. Now...I don't know.

[ She takes a moment to frown down at her hands. The skin feels taut and dry. She hates it. ]

Maybe you can answer something else. [ She swallows thickly, her chest tightening in a very uncomfortable way. ] Have you seen a little girl? She's the one I was trying to leave Detroit with. Her name is Alice.

[ It takes some effort, but she's finally able to utter something she'd been harboring some strong denial for. ] She's...a YK500.