You weren't supposed to be there. You weren't supposed to have even gotten in, but you'd managed at Andre's request to find Sam and help him get the heck out of that absolute hellhole of a prison he was being kept in. It'd taken a bit of coaxing to get Sam to understand that you were real, that you were there to help, that you had risked yourself to HELP him. He stared at you in wonder, voice shakey and quiet, "You're really pretty." He mumbled as he finished his round of questioning, "You were probably born with it...o-or plastic surgery maybe. But you're also brave. really...really freakin brave."