Yeah, well, whatever it took to get her to feel normal - but honestly, her "siblings" weren't even related by blood, so that wouldn't have stopped Manticore from putting them in the same room together when she was in heat.
Then again, she and the other twelve escapees had run away before all of that.
494 hit the wall with a loud thud, Max kissing his mouth roughly. For a second, a memory resurfaced: there was a vague feeling of being wet (in a pool?), and another girl's lips on his, but softer than Max's, more shy. The memory fell away again as he instinctively responded back, breaking away so he could tug off the shirt he was wearing and pull it over his head. Dropping the shirt on the floor, 494 grabbed Max and reversed positions, pinning her up against the wall.