Warm, cold... What's the difference to a zombie? She takes the towel, though, staring it down for a moment before lazily dabbing it at her hair. He's wrong; she doesn't feel any better, not even with his insistence that what happened was deliberate. Maybe it would look that way to the untrained eye, but it's the predictability that settles it for her.

"The result is still the same. Everyone underwent an unfortunate experience," she explains further, but with little detail. "You're disappointed, aren't you? You're angry? It's all the same to me, so you can tell me how you feel."