She's been fluttering in and out of consciousness, but hearing her name in a familiar voice brings her round a little. She tries to focus on him but she doesn't see Quintus; instead she sees a figure from years ago, one she'd left to rot in the back of her memories, his face mutilated, the dull buzz of the electric prod contrasted with the sharp screams of his victims...

"No," she murmurs, eyes rolling back as she tries to focus on the ceiling, which swims before her in her vision. "No, you're not here."