She glanced around the bathroom and was having trouble focusing in on her current surroundings, the memories of being in that small room with the metal pushing their way forward. Allison shook her head at Kate. "It's fine, I promise," she assured the girl. "I heal fast."
"Your hair. It's so pretty.
She shut her eyes tight against the image of some machine wearing her face.
I'm not your enemy.
"My body, it isn't real," she said to Kate, turning to look at her. "Underneath it's just a machine, so trust me when I say my hand and arm will be fine. But you shouldn't be here," she paused and bit at her lower lip. "It might not be safe, I don't know what they programmed me for."