Beauty froze at the mention of that name. They were together, he and Dr. Crane. And by the agony on the doctor's face, it was clear that he loved Edward Nigma. Beauty ran her free hand over her face, then pulled one of the chairs away from the desk, far enough that she felt somewhat safer. When she sat down, she put her purse in her lap, set the hand with her watch between herself and the purse, then looked back at Dr. Crane.
"He kidnapped me," she said, and rather than the angry accusatory tone she'd used over and over in her head, it came out gentle and slow. "He found me where I worked -- how did he know who I was or where to find me? -- he found me at my work, and he had a gun. He and his men forced me into his car, and..." She touched her forehead. "He hit me. He brought me here. Did you send him? Why didn't you let me go? Why did you keep me, why did you fill me with the drugs you did? Why did you do this? Why did you both?"
She felt... uneasy asking these questions, but not in the way she thought she would. She wasn't afraid of him now. Not with him looking defeated and scared and in pain. It was ironic that when she went missing, no one had worried for her. No one. And yet, Edward Nigma...