*again, pauses on a twinge of empathy, overlaying the photos on your living frame, with the scars in clear evidence and the horror fresh in your eyes (and can you imagine that he cannot help but admire you, even if you might have been brainwashed without your knowledge?)*
*goes with his own instinct (be gentle) and softens his tone a touch* And are you certain she was alone with you at the plant? The entire time?