"I'm a person," Jem insisted, removing the glass from her stomach and letting it fall to the ground, where it shattered into even smaller pieces. "Or. Well. I used to be. Now, I really don't know what I am!"
She said all of this in quite a cheerful manner, smiling away. It was the truth, though. Jem and her brother had been brought up to kill since early childhood centuries ago, and it didn't leave much room for normal development. But then they'd both been caught and executed around the age of 20, only to be brought back somehow and wind up in a very messed up version of Los Angeles. In Jem's case, at least.