The girl's face remains too difficult to focus on, and Stephanie can't even check her pupils as a result; or rather, she can and perhaps does, but the memory of their condition will fail to hold. She does, however, see a tear through the cloth of her shirt, fresh spotted blood of small small wound, and upon further investigation, there's bruising and a single puncture mark, as if someone had been especially vicious with a needle.

She is still warm, breathing.

"They didn't save her."

Benji's voice slots into the room rather naturally. It doesn't matter, how and when she got here, she's just here, now, moving to kneel on the other side. "It's what happens, a bit, bad decisions. Or, I mean. Good ones, but hard decisions. People that get left behind." The electric lamp doesn't get set down, right away. Benji dangles it from her fingers to cast the light around a little.

Observing this unfamiliar place with a little bit of puzzled interest.