She nods, somewhat nonplussed. "Is. He's here," she says though her eyes flick to the sides as if making sure, as if she could see him, that Steve is still aboard.

She doesn't really have the capacity, yet, to give much response to what people keep telling her about the life mold she's been put in so far, though. She simply hasn't ever experienced complete freedom, ever, not even here. And she has no concept of what personal freedoms even are.