[Well. It seems they're both remembering the same sort of events. Being seen as a test subject. Having their "data" collected, information about their abilities and growth neatly jotted down and organized for the benefit of a man who only wished to empower himself. It's far too similar to what she's experienced over the last nine years, and she finds herself speaking impulsively.]

I refuse to be seen as a... a subject. If they want to collect my data, they'll have to do it on my terms.

[During the first two days, she felt like she was free. Like she had somehow, miraculously, escaped her prison. Escaped her father. But that's not the case. Not really. It's more like she's been given a bigger "throne;" she's still locked, she just has more leg room now.]

Use me to keep attention off yourself. My life is expendable, but your role — it may be the key to helping us escape this place. If you discover one, allow me to reveal their identity. There may be more of us than there are of them, but they don't operate by the same rules we do. We can't take any unnecessary risks.