The corners of Kerrigan's lips twitched at the word "experiment" but aside from that her face remained neutral. Her mind was not so restrained. It was clear that she didn't hate how the Daligig had ripped her from her world and altered her further. She loathed it.

Kerrigan stabbed the slop with her fork, breaking it into pieces. "For myself." She whispered. Then louder. "No, I don't want to but it seems we don't have much of a choice in the matter."