"Little sister?" That was a good thing, wasn't it? One of the men in the lab, he had a sister. They spent time together sometimes. People had 'families' where they lived with people were close with. People they loved. Mom, dad, brothers and sisters. So they were family.

She looked at the dead guards, feeling nothing but relief that they weren't going to hurt her. The man was powerful and she still wasn't sure if it scared her or not.

Still, the promise of safety and family pulled her away from her doubts. She held out her arm and showed Barty her wrist. "Eleven." So who was he?