As Dr. Reid spoke, Sarah Jane's eyes widened, but other than that, she managed not to show the horror she was feeling twisting in her stomach. She folded her arms, forcing herself to pay attention as he explained the circumstances and his hypothesis on why it had happened.
Well, she had a bloody good reason for that awful feeling she had associated with not only the place, but the Management, and with Dr. Reid, by extension. She'd been forced, as he had, to watch people she knew, people she considered friends, being tortured in front of her. And, although he'd said most didn't watch, Sarah Jane knew she had been one of the exceptions. She'd never been able to turn away from her friends, and if all she could do was bear witness to their suffering, then that was what she would have done.
"If I were to ask about certain people," Sarah Jane said slowly, "would you remember them enough to tell me what happened to them?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know, but if Rose and Jack did remember, she wanted to at least be on as equal a footing with them as she could.