"Yes."

She blinks at him dully from her position on the floor next to the bed. Her hands are cuffed together with a set of complicated-looking padded restraints, which are in turn cuffed to the bedframe; she has enough freedom of movement to move up and down off the bed, but that's about it.

"I'm always kinda out of touch with reality here, but it's. Worse. Right now. I felt the chip in my head."