She sat on the floor, looking lost and frightened, obviously waiting for him so that she could act the victim. He had his doubts about her amnesia and--with his back on fire, stripped of his warrior status--couldn't work up any sympathy.
She looked up at him with eyes brimming with tears. "Please tell me how I came to be here? Who you are? What's going to happen?"
"I am going to shower. I have to go on duty in a few hours." He needed to be strong--to be seen to execute his duty like a Zyrgin who could take the leader's punishment with ease.