[Felicia absently gathers a small pile of foam in her hands as she talks]
Well—for a little while, now, Commissars Cain and Gaunt and I have been living together: like you and your friends. As the only prisoners here from our universe, we thought it best.
[she leaves off the parts about guarding against heresy. The last thing she wants to do is indirectly insult PM when the poor thing's upset like this.]
Those mad little robots caught me with the both of them yesterday.
[She's ready to continue her story, but pauses politely so that PM can chip in if she wishes]