"I grew up in Florence, I was attending a Catholic boarding school in Britain. I never finished, I was kidnapped shortly before everything went to hell in a handbasket." Her tone and her choice of words are both precisely matter of fact; she lays it out and disassociates herself. "Containment facility for supernaturals in the US held and studied me for five years, until Sonja broke me out." Presumably a diagram isn't necessary to indicate how pleasant the experience wasn't.

After a few moments, she adds, contemplatively, "Baedal's sort of like a holiday."

These aren't secrets; it would be difficult to obscure the fact there's a five year gap in her life, or that she's still traumatized, or that there are triggers leftover from it, and frankly besides that- in her own world, these weren't things she was hiding from anyone. Plenty of people know simply by dint of the way she came to be a part of what they're doing, and she finds that given the option here in Baedal to keep it to herself, she doesn't feel a need. Discussing how she feels about it isn't going to happen, but that it happened at all - she isn't the one who should be ashamed. She isn't going to let herself be that.