[Screaming only does so much, but punching things? That does exponentially more for her anger and frustration. Of course, it's a temporary solution and doesn't change the root of the negative emotions, but it's something.

Even through everything, there's a definite thread of appreciation in the green of her eyes, and it's directed at Arthur. He most certainly had no obligation to deal with her problems, even though he'd brought up her inability to touch. That painful truth she couldn't avoid in a place like this.]

Or technically feasible. [She adds, bitterness in her tone at the idea that they want her to put others in danger for the sake of their experiments.] Ah don't want to hurt anyone. Ah've already heard that the scientists are usin' aphrodisiacs on the volunteers.

[She opens her mouth to say more, but there's a level of embarrassment there that keeps her from continuing, and her lips purse closed. Arthur's smart, he'll probably extrapolate out on that thought correctly.]

Intimacy is a slippery slope.