[She knew this might happen; she knew people might recognize her. All the same, she feels guilty over not remembering them. They deserve that much at least - not that it's up to her.]

I might not have too many limits when it comes to what I can accept - especially if it's right in front of me - but I do have a limit when it comes to torture. I really can't think of what else to call these so-called "experiments".

[If she sounds irritated, it's directed at the Malnosso.]

I take it you've been here for some time?