This conversation is weird and uncomfortable and it feels sorely out of place, but it's the most at ease Milly's felt during this whole encounter. "So you are..." she starts, but her throat tightens around the word before it can get out, and she has to swallow past it. "You're like me."

She doesn't look so apprehensive now, but there's a hint of the crushing sympathy she feels. It was bad enough to have it happen at all, but to suffer at the hands of TRIDENT, too? Milly can't imagine why, and she wouldn't dare ask. But even as she rocks back and forth on her heels indecisively, she can't push down all of her curiosity. She's never met anyone like her before.

"How long...?"