She wasn't saying a word. When Namor finally showed his face Wicked face twitched. She had never felt that much anger for someone in her life. There was a whooshing noise in her ears; possibly a combination of head trauma and the intense hatred for the creep in the crown. It muffled Namor's words and anything rational voice in her head that told her she had a right to be be scared. They were in a torture chamber for god's sake!