[Useless.... people.... and now her shoulders are slumping and she's curling up a little bit on herself. If he's not able to punch through this, could she....?

Weakly, she offers back:]

Lili An. [ . . . . ] I think.... that I just came from worse. [which is said in a vaguely surprised tone, because normally her life really is rather pampered. At least right now there's no impending death or madness - people have given her water so even if she's weak and light-headed, at least her throat isn't killing her.

Yet she can't help but make a request, something that reveals that she's a little more fragile despite her attempts to keep it together:]

.... You know this place better than I do. Promise me that we'll make it out of here okay.