Issy was still recovering from her own experience - not quite up to the horrors of quite what the other girls were put through, but she was recovering well enough.<br/><br/>Sitting up from her cot on the other side of the room, she spoke up to them all.<br/><br/>“Sorry to hear that you all got put through that shit as well. They’re just getting worse and worse every year, from what I’ve studied.”<br/><br/>Issy falls suddenly quiet when one of the nurses heads back into the room, laying out several trays of food in front of the people, needing to recover their strength.<br/>After the nurse heads back out, with a stern look at Issy, she speaks up again - this time much quieter.<br/><br/>“They’ve been using a lot more transformatives and parasites - more long-lasting stuff to keep girls trapped with them. Most people, especially the staff here won’t tell you about this increase, but you lot all need to know. I’m doing my best to study them, even if that sometimes needs... physical, erm, contact, but I’ve seen this trend too. If any of you are with me, I think we need to find out more and more, and see if we can’t finally do something - anything about them.”<br/><br/>Issy collapses backwards again, her limited strength exhausted. Her lower body remains tired and cramped, internal muscles tired from trying to clench around an invader long since gone - her ankle still bandaged up from the painful acid.<br/>The girl closes her glasses-clad eyes, and sighs deep and long.<br/><br/>“You girls all seem okay to me, so I’m trusting you with this secret.”