[He's not as good with words and people as some of the others, but he was usually pretty good at picking up on people's facial expressions, how much tension they were holding and where, little tells that might give away their mood at any given time. He could see something was on her mind, but didn't mention anything about it. Not yet, anyway.]

Yeah, they weren't secretive about it, once they'd kidnapped us off the streets to do it. I was the first successful experiment, the first one that lived. It was almost another year before the others of us 'first round' came in. We each have different specialties too, so they needed us to know each other's strengths and weaknesses to be able to fill those gaps.

[He's not so good at hiding what he feels, but despite his clear distaste over the subject, he's clearly comfortable enough talking about it. Time, hindsight, and closure helped close those wounds.]