She automatically shook her head at his offer of tea. It was surreal that he'd offer her any sort of courtesy after torturing her. A gift. She'd been a gift. Her stomach turned. It was difficult to understand what he was saying; it quite simply made no sense at all.
"Your Scarebeast freed me," she pointed out, "But it would have been easy to have killed me instead. I don't understand any of this. It isn't right, what you did, Doctor Crane. You can't just... You can't. You can't."