"Do you prefer this life?" She asked, genuinely curious. It was a question she'd been struggling with herself. Her obvious and initial reaction being that this place was so much better than where she had been, but then she thought about it more. At least back there, despite it all, there was possibility. Maybe she could escape and maybe she could find her daughter and maybe her husband was still alive. It was unlikely, but possible. Here though...there was no maybe. It was just her in this strange place with strange things and strange people and no hope she would find her family again.
She was trying to let herself live without making that decision, which hell is better, but it was hard not to think about.