"Good afternoon, Phoenix. How are you feeling today?"
Phoenix regarded the trim silver-haired man in her doorway for a moment before responding. Was this another of the Engineers come to call?
"Fine, thank you." Her voice was hoarse, but sure. In the past day or so, she'd finally mustered enough strength to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time, and bits and pieces of her past - the war, faces she didn't recognize, the stoning - had started coming back to her. She was eager to take this opportunity to learn more.
He smiled tightly and shuffled into the room. His manner was more severe, more clinical than her last visitor. She noticed that he stood peering out the window instead of sidling up to her in the visitor's chair as the others had done.
"It's a beautiful day out there, you know." His fingers pulled on the shuttered blinds as he gazed beyond the glass.