There was no doubt as to how increasingly resentful she was becoming of the Commander and his manner of treatment. She took a great effort to calm herself, which to her surprise, made the illusion of time slow to her perception. His shoves seemed less forceful this way, though they certainly hadn't been let up in the slightest. Everything had the cozy envelopment of a dream to her again. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea, but it definitely made everything much more tolerable as they progressed forwards.

The processing hadn't been as invasive as she might have thought, so this was something of a highlight to set her at ease as she looked at her near-full summary displayed upon the main screen. How was she truly expected to fool this systematic examination, when there it was, without so much as a finger lifted in refusal. The technology of this Karma Society was so accelerated from that which she was familiar... QR and bar codes, chargers and batteries... were those even needed here? Not that it mattered, of course, but with every turn there was something new and so far advanced that she could hardly deny the awe behind her wary facade of confusion. A glare manifested nevertheless, at the interaction between the brute and the woman. Temptation to prove him wrong welled within her as her fists balled and clenched, softened at once by the new voice. Her agitation subsided considerably though her silent alarm clamored at the name of the man. As calm and at ease his demeanor was, she had to stand by her incompetence - as much as it might pain her to confirm the Commander's assessment.

With one last shove - this time quelling her urge to react impulsively, Berthe remained placid as his hands cradled hers. The words he spoke were a mixture of intriguing and unsettling. Never in her life would she have pegged herself as something anyone would even do a double take at - let alone search for, for a indeterminate amount of time. But this was about what she was supposed to be hiding. If she was to trust the words of Blue, no amount of flattery in whatever form should compromise the act she was supposed to play. It would be a task in itself. Daggart exuded something that the Commander hadn't and it was this that caused Berthe to question his every impeccably placed word.

"Experiments?" she inquired breathlessly, eyes widened to convey this innocence caught in the web of misfortune. "I didn't do anything, please. You're mistaken - your machines are mistaken. I'm not anything special, you have to believe me." Her pleading sat bitter upon her tongue. There was so much she felt she could do, and the more she felt this the more she wondered. Was all this true, her being a Prodigy? "Why me?" she uttered under her breath, with less of a helplessness to her inflection than all she'd said thus far.