She can't say that she held back on talking to him because she felt the ghost of his hands on her throat. That she was waiting for some sign that he was still a monster. The show of pain is what truly wins her over and tells her that it's Maine. The headaches from Sigma should have been a warning sign but no one pushed hard enough to find out why he kept having problems even after everyone else adapted to their fragment's implantation.

Deep down she thinks she should have pushed harder. She was the team leader and she fucked up.

"Trying to figure some of this out," She says trying to keep her tone steady. The loss of her team was always a sore spot, one that faded as she got closer to the reds and blues but never really went away. If not for the fact that she's cold and her legs still ache from the long hike to the camp she'd wonder if she was dreaming. It wouldn't be the first time if she was entirely honest. "What else would I be doing after we get kidnapped?" It's easier to pull up the friendly tone as she looks at the familiar lines of his face. This is her comrade, the one she trusted to watch her back without shooting her in it.

"What's your status, Maine? Do you still have Sigma?" And if he did... she was going to rip that thing out of his head before it could break him.