Aubrey's gaze fell to the stained metal that crisscrossed below them. "It won't be easy," she replied. "And I will probably be recovering from surgery, which would only complicate things. But we cannot be slaves forever. I've lost track of how long I've been here; you don't deserve to suffer that long. No one does." She sighed and looked around again. The time was growing near. 


Rey followed the man, trying to resist the urge to pinch his nose shut. He glanced around the closet and back toward the man's whiteboard. "R--Jesse, sir. Jesse Wilson. Nice to meet you. I've been told I should find a surgeon so I can observe the extraction process. Are you one?"