Jones was flabbergasted from the doctor’s response. The doctor’s out loud pondering made her head jerk back and stare at the other woman questionably. It was strongly assumed for someone who was very educated would know the negative historical impact. Could she be wrong? However, when she finally calmed down and intently listened to the doctor’s explanation it made her head tilt to one side with her brows furrowed. Perhaps she was ill-educated in that subject especially on how her environment. At this point she seemed much more tortured soul than anyone else she met before.<br/><br/>Jupiter shook her head, attempting to refocus, and ignored her first question. There is a perchance Jones might talk about that topic later if she survived. “It’s better than out there?” This time around she was quieter, with a scratchy throat, and rephrase the comment the doctor told her. One brow lifted in serious doubt. “So this place is ‘better’ when people from here need to kidnap children and poke them around with no consent? This place is ‘better’ because I and probably countless others are brought here half way beaten to death. This place is ‘better’ because when I was going through the hallway, for the first time, I can hear other people screaming in pain and agony. Pleading for help. So this place is ‘better’ than out there?” Jones’ last word hissed as she stared at the doctor, but decided to cool it. She leaned her back at the chair behind her and produced a frustrated sigh before it turned into a deep breath. Although she was trying to hold back her anger, she thought it was rather smart to continue show casing her bravery. If she could. “I don’t believe you. No, it’s not perfect out there. There’s danger there too, but there’s so much more you and the other patients deserve more than to be trapped here. Where you live as science experiments until they either kill you or awaiting death. You deserve happiness. Don’t you think?”