It feels like a game, because these kinds of conversations are sometimes safer when they're hidden behind a veil of humor. They both have so much blood on their hands. It's hard to admit what they might have meant to each other in the Red Room without also acknowledging the terrible things they did. So the first answer she gives is punctuated by a quick shrug of her shoulder and a playful, "what can I say, I'm full of surprises."

But she lets the humor settle so she can answer the questions more seriously. To let him know that she understands that this is a very real, very scary thing that happened to him. For decades.

"There's nothing specific I want to tell you other than making sure you know I'll answer your questions when you have them. And I don't want revenge because...in the Red Room, it was the only life I knew. They raised me. Trained me. Made me a weapon. Time with you was the only good thing I had in there for a long time. One of those times was with the lingerie and the fries." She can't help but smile a little, but there's still something undeniably sad in her eyes that she doesn't bother trying to hide. "Sometimes I was able to help you remember things. Not a lot. But enough. You remembered the name James that time and it seemed to anchor you to the other memories when I used it."