[ Elizabeth fucking hated the thought of being an experiment again. She had lived her entire life in a tower, watched through two-way glass and kept tabs on. So this? It was rough for her. He can see how she flinches and runs a hand over her face, tenderly over the cut, when he mentions how sick it is.

The scientists don't seem to care. ]

We have to keep it vague - only refer to them as staff members.

[ It'll draw attention to him. She cares less about her feelings and more about a contingency plan now. However, his concern has her waving him off dismissively. ]

I don't want to die, trust me. I don't want to find myself on the other side of that judgement or chopped up into pieces. [ There's a heavy, heavy sigh. ] If I can help it, I won't.

...But if I do, I need you to be informed. I need you to keep working.