Relief floods Cynthia when Nessa speaks. This means she's still alive, at least. Waking up in a cage after being attacked by cyborg monsters, however, makes her wonder how long that will last. It's a scary thought.

"Wildcat!" she says, grasping Nessa's hand. Before she can continue, though, their cagemate speaks up. Both her words and the dried blood on her shirt serve to scare the lights out of Cynthia. It takes a couple moments for her to put the blood, the arm, and the mention of a table together, but soon enough she's staring wide-eyed at the girl.

"What table?" she asks, slowly and fearfully, even though she thinks she already knows the answer. This day just went from bad to worse.