Turning her head slightly, Baby Doll considered the question like any other. She didn't quite have an emotional reaction at all, it was rather an impassive response when she answered; "If you think that would help, doctor." She lifted her shoulder non-challantly as if it made no difference to her whether they stayed in this room or walked the grounds. She could look Victor Zsaz in the eye or stare at the grey cinder-block wall before her. It made no difference at all.
Since loosing her family and being scheduled for a lobotomy, it was as if Baby Doll forced herself into an emotional lobotomy, living only in the alternate reality that she created.