[She's not sure how she expected Kiara to respond. Altruistic concern for the other victims? Doesn't seem entirely likely, but then Kiara's surprised her a few times already since they came here.

She quickly pulls herself together, not entirely snapping back to the professional facade she's grown accustomed to putting up. But definitely closer to it.]

We'll do our best to help everyone, of course. [There's no one immediately nearby who desperately needs assistance, though, so she's going to indulge her curiosity.] For now, just... tell me what happened. Were you even aware of what they were doing?

[Even as she asks, she examines the obvious signs of surgery, with absolutely zero concern for Kiara's personal space. A replaced eye, bloodied cloth over her chest... was there anything else she was missing?]