"You're welcome." She smiled, content to just be here with Topher. She looked at him curiously for a long moment before she spoke again. "It wasn't like what you do," she said softly. "What they did to me...the people with the blue hands...and the doctors. I'm not...I was never a doll. But they made me different. They made me dangerous and they made me broken...and it took a long time to put myself back together. It was bad and I couldn't hear my own thoughts...and it hurt...there was too much. There's still too much. You know when you feel a lot of things at once...so you push some of it to the side and ignore it? I can't do that. I feel everything...and not just my own...everyone's...and sometimes it's too much. And there are things in my head I don't understand...so many things I can do and I don't know why..."
She smiled at him. "But that's not your world," she promised. "You do good work, Topher. You're good." She stepped forward impulsively and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his shoulder. "I just...I wanted you to understand. I'm not safe to be around. I can hurt people. I don't mean to, but I can. There is so much maths and physics to killing people...and I'm dangerous...they made me a weapon, but they did too good a job..."
She smiled, in spite of herself. "We can solve it," she agreed. "We're better together..."