Try pounding on plastic walls until your hands bleed and being left completely alone except when they came in to torture you, Lorna thought dryly, but didn't say anything. A 'who had it worse' argument wouldn't accomplish anything, and Lorna didn't really feel like talking about what she went through.
Who would, really? She still had nightmares.
"You're right; I'm sorry," she said, apologizing, "At least they haven't found us yet, right?"