Zoe watched him. He wasn't slouching. He wasn't angles, but he wasn't curves. The only reason she was able to sit in any way "civilian" is that training didn't exactly come with posture. She didn't touch him; no part of her entered his personal space, so there was a definite buffer zone between them.
"Usually means something else is going on. First time I've been in a place like this." Sure, she'd been in some rundown hospitals on some fringe planet, but this was different. "But, I'm guessing they're not here to fix us. We're not here to be fixed, but then most of us would have to be broken in the first place."
"Were you looking for the girl? The one who was attacked?" She sat up a little, a hint of straight back. A knee lifted to the bench to make the position more comfortable, but she still didn't break the buffer. One hand rested on the back of the bench, the other at her side. Her thumb absently traced the space her mare's leg should have been at her thigh.