[ His eyes gleam as he looks at her, but his smile doesn't change or falter in the least. He might be in a nondescript uniform in this nondescript cell, a little beard growth prickling on his cheek, bags under his eyes. This might be the cell of a prisoner, with the smell of a prisoner's body in it. But he's just as curious as he was on their joint trip to Vorkosigan Vashnoi, watching her just as closely, smiling in the exact same way. And no more scared or ruffled than before. ]
Why? Are you worried about what they might do to me?
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Why? Are you worried about what they might do to me?