[ The gesture startles her and she jerks, physically, back from the contact. Still, Sharon has her hand in her own, and she's overcome with the disgust she feels for herself, at not having a solution, at becoming a monster, at having accomplished nothing in all the months she's been here. Her hand is warped already, cold with long fingers and sharp nails, not to mention the anchor that already mars it, but the other woman doesn't seem to care enough to avoid touching her.

It brings a shock of humanity back into her system that had escaped. ]

Neither do I. [ Cecily admits, with the ghost of a smile. ] But... we have these devices. If there are any changes or breakthroughs, I can get in touch with everyone right away.

[ Not so much once her time runs out, but that's another story. ]

It's enough to know that- [ But she falters, not quite sure what to say. ] ... That not everyone is affected. That there could still be a way out.

[ Other than death, that is. ]