They get you on the table, they strap you down and cut you open. That's how it worked before, even if she doesn't still have a scar from the surgery.

But she's trying--maybe if she doesn't cause too much trouble, it'll go a little easier. Maybe she won't have to fight her way out, and maybe she won't get killed.

"All right," she says quietly, settling back on the table.

No restraints emerging from the table yet, no visible IVs of sedatives. Deep breath.