When she heard the voice, she brushed a hand across her cheek absently, then looked up. Her eyes were undreadable as she studied Victor...no, it was Tony now. He was no longer an Active. She had to remember that. She started to respond, when her eyes drifted down and she spotted the blood. Within seconds she was out of her chair and moving around the desk, concern on her face.
"Tony, what happened?" She reached out and lightly touched his arm, gently unwrapping the bandage to take a look at the gash, then maneuvering him back through the door and over to one of the exam tables.
As they walked over, it occurred to her that he was probably the one person who could tell her the truth, and who might understand her concerns...but as she thought more about it, she started to change her mind. He'd been a soldier, before coming to the dollhouse. That's all he was now, then. He wouldn't have any of the knowledge she needed-how could he?