At the sound of Jill's voice she moved and sat up, but stared at the floor, her hair hanging in her face. She wanted to be glad to see Jill, but everytime she saw Jill something went bad and ended worse.<br/><br/>"What are you doing here...aren't you scared of me?"<br/><br/>Her voice wasn't mean, but flat. There was no real emotion to it. She was drained mentally and physically from her time of being solitary and not eating, even though it did register that Jill was speaking her language. She also knew they had been feeding her while she slept, otherwise she would have starved by now. As it was she still had lost weight.