She's not looking for sympathy; if she were, she'd show him the tattoo on her arm, tell him about the lab and all the horrible things human beings were capable of doing to each other. All she wants is to somehow find some semblance of peace in this strange place they've been brought to.

"Baseline humans were afraid of us," she explains sadly. "The ones in power, at least. So they decided to fix the problem. We--" Her voice breaks and all she can feel is a pervasive numbness. "We'd already lost."