She squints, peering at the stranger behind the glass.

Slow, she rises from the flat, uncomfortable mattress. The vessel makes her way across Glass House, getting a better look at the figure on the other side of the glassy surface. This is an observer who she's never seen before, but strangely feels like she knows...

"Who are you?" she says, and then her eyes widen. She slaps her hands over her mouth, and then drags her fingers down to her throat.

She can speak? Even though they had taken her words away, she can speak. That isn't right...