Ripley sat in silence for a long time, watching his movements. She was no psychiatrist, but she knew when something was worse than someone was letting on. It made her heart hurt to think that they'd tortured him for information. What could they possibly want from him? Sure, he knew what happened on LV-426 but that was easy enough to gather from Bishop's hard drive. What did they want from him?
"I'm sorry." She'd never been one to hesitate with apologies. She never felt weaker for them, like some people thought. Being the last one alive wasn't the luck that most people thought it was either. It was usually a sentence to a lonely life in which everyone thought you were crazy. Or a murderer. Or worse. "Is there anything I can do?