She looked over at him, wondering now if Doug really did have something wrong with him. "Any idea what they did to you while you were out of it?" it wasn't just morbid curiosity, her line of questioning. Realizing that her life, the lives of the others in the program with her and not just the clones, had not been the only ones fucked with was sickening to hear. But she wanted to hear it all.
"Is it still a working facility?" If it was, it was not a place that would be for much longer if she had any say in the matter. Places like that made places like Xavier's seam like some children's story of magic and make believe. Yet half the people who'd been here most of their lives would look at a place like the one Doug had come from, the place she'd been created in, and know it was a horror story come to life.
Glancing at the hand that rubbed his arm quite meaningfully, she asked, "Are you sick or something?" She was remembering his stumbling before and liking it to his arm bothering him in case the two were connected.