Elizabeth's expression softens a little, and she rubs her neck a little. "Sorry. That wasn't kind of me, I'm just..." She casts a glance over at Malik-- his metal hoses are starting to try to breach the force field, but Elizabeth isn't worried. They're getting little electric shocks for their trouble, and Malik himself is so toasted the hoses are basically on no-pain-feedback autopilot. They'll zap themselves into oblivion before they make any real effort. She gestures to the mess. "Still over there."

She takes another breath, maybe Galahad can even see her switch gears once she's done. "That's the idea. Apparently there's something about all of us that makes us resistant to this disease, and they want to find a cure or a vaccine through studying us. Of course, we're not stuck in a lab being poked and prodded, most of the time our help is pitched as 'voluntary'. Which is crazy. I don't know who in their right mind would say 'Sure, sounds like fun, I'll help you guys out; you only kidnapped me and and subjected me to involuntary surgery'. But there you are."