Her brows pinch. She once had a very quick mind, and for what she is, she is still exceedingly clever, but she doesn't follow and that annoys her. She should be able to understand, this can't be beyond her comprehension, it's just too simple. He's left her here, he's--

"Kidnapped." He wouldn't. He wouldn't abandon her, she's done everything as he's asked her to, she's lived in this horrible shell, let him paint her humanity on to it so it could mock her day after day with an illusion that was never quite perfect. She wraps her arms around herself, fingers still tense, clawing restlessly at her arms through the fabric of her shirt--(He scolds her, when she hurts herself, but better herself than him.)

"Kidnapped. By... by who? Are you--" Are they meant to be toys? She isn't a toy, Barbet tells her that, sometimes if she's miserable enough. Not a toy, her name is Zinc and she is not a toy.