You weren't sure why Heisenberg had chosen you out of the village compared to anyone else. You were simple, boring. And yet he'd treated you decently working as his assistant. Well, more like glorified arm candy. You were more of a pet to him than anything, but you'd rather that than a test subject. Like usual, you're at another boring Sermon. Mother Miranda could talk for hours and you were starting to understand Karl's disdain of her. Here you sit in his lap, his hand on the small of your back. You'd never been touched so intimately, or really at all. The men in the village never looked your way so you feel heat crawl up your neck.