Somehow, her maker's touch is enough to sooth her, to quell her fears and halt her tears. Must be something that's built in to newborns, she realizes, something they would've been interested in studying if the weren't so keen on making her maker suffer. If anything, should her father ever be thrown off the project or decide Willa was really, truly gone, she'd be used against him, too. Pam as well, if she fell out of favor with her fan in the psych department. They were all just fodder, waiting to be used in one way or another.
"Are you sure about that? The last prison I was in wasn't exactly what I'd call accommodating or kind."