Rebecca lets outa gasp at the site of the woman.  She can't help herself, can't stop from staring at the inhuman creature.  Somewhere, somehow, she's left her humanity behind...  sick, she thinks to herself.  She tries to wipe the look of shock from her face, tries not to stare, but it is hard.   The jolt from Dimitri's touch brings her back to herself.  Looking over at him, she focuses on his words...<br/><br/>"Yes, she is... beautiful."  And, in a strange way... she is.  A beautiful, inhuman, freak, that is.  Why would someone do that to themselves?   It was beyond her.  Steeling herself, she let Dimitri continue to touch her, trying to to jump everytime the shock ran through her skin, surprised that it wasn't quite as unpleasant a feeling as she had thought at first.<br/><br/>She felt herself relaxing and welcoming the sensation.  Must be the weird music... it was actually becoming... pleasant.  She shivered, but it was not fear that coursed through her.  Some primal reaction to him, to his sister.<br/><br/>Reaching out, she touched the woman's forearm with the fingers of one hand.  Cold, hard metal.  It was eerie.  She wondered what the wires embedded in her flesh were for, what they felt like.<br/><br/>"Why?"  was the question that found it's way to her lips?  It wasn't a professional question.   She was truly curious.  "Why did you... do this to yourself?"  It was directed at Dimitri's sister.