It probably didn't help that she still just had a paper gown, not even a District 13 issue jumpsuit, apparently they hadn't wanted to give her anything she cold possibly hurt herself with. Her fingers toyed with the hem of it against her knee, perched on the edge of the bare mattress, "I'm sorry."
For a lot of things, really, for not shooting him like she'd promised, for being so dangerous that apparently heightened security was necessary just to see her, for making him see her like this. The list went on.