Shri looked at the one who called himself Byron and smiled weakly. "I'm doing well, but as you said, I should count my blessings that I am even alive," she chuckled. "I won't be of much assistance for awhile. What is it I am supposed to do? I would like to be able to do something while I'm healing otherwise there might not be that much sanity left with me by the time I'm all fixed up. I should also thank you for saving me from that conniving fox back there. So, umm, thanks," she replied curiosity got the better of her as she saw the marks from where the IVs must have been and they were still there, but she didn't believe that they would be there at night, otherwise she might have pulled the blood packets out.<br/><br/>"I have many people to thank for getting me into this program and maybe one to thank, because even after death, he still haunts me to this day. He thought I'd be a good asset to the," she stopped and lowered her voice to nearly a hushed whisper, "rebellion. I'm kind of glad he did," she airily laughed at herself. Thinking of that kid wasn't easy, she knew. Shri had found herself smiling crookedly at a somewhat faded memory. At the funeral, she didn't say anything, but when Shri returned to her house at that time, she had found herself crying like there was no tomorrow.<br/><br/>"What got you into this mess?" she asked Byron curiously realizing she had probably looked a bit crazy up until that point.