She took the doll back and carefully cupped it with her hand. It was silly to keep something like this; distractions was the last thing she needed. As unnecessary as it was though, it served as a reminder to what Fareeha fought to protect. Even at the school she occupied before fleeing Cairo was a reminder. Historically, her country had undergone many turmoils. Some economic, some by radicals that sought to sway the country's doctrine in one way or another. The omnics united them against a common enemy. They stole much. Took much.

Angela wasn't wrong. A machine without emotion or a human struggling with emotions. Which of the two was the greater kindness? Some days, Fareeha felt it was all pointless. Being human was suffering. There were good times to counteract that however. Living, loving, learning, enjoying. As scarce as they might be, Fareeha wouldn't have traded that for the coldness of a machine. Outside of war, she had a purpose while the omnics only produced for war. Perhaps that was the single most important distinction between man and machine. Man had infinite possibilities while machines did not. 

"Thank you Angela. I feel much better. Just to get it all off my chest," Fareeha said. She smiled at the woman, unforced and genuine. "It still astounds me to volunteered to come here, but ... I'll take you any day. You keep my - our - people alive. I'll do what I'm good at. Smashing toasters from the ground or the sky. Two companies is still a lot. Switzerland's contribution shall not be forgotten. Your efforts or the soldiers coming here. At least to me."

Fareeha didn't know what else to say on the matter. She couldn't describe what she felt at the moment. Having Angela here, however, already did wonders for her personal health. A friendly face amongst the death around her.