She smiles just a little. Yeah, it was pretty stupid. "I only ask because I was, well, kind of...dying at the time." A statement that should be serious is delivered instead with casual offhandedness, almost embarrassed. Turns out, saying it out loud didn't make it any less awkward or easy to figure out in her head.

"Twenty-two years," she repeats, deflated. "That's...That's a long time." Was she going to be here for twenty-two years? There is a dread on Gwen's face as she considers this. "So you've...done this whole captive thing before. Now I see why you've done your homework."