"That's...skegging hell. I'm sorry." Well, really, what did you say to that? Some semi-hysterical part of her wanted to ask how on earth (or wherever) they knew how long victims could be kept alive and for that matter how it chose, but her brain's sense of self-preservation informed her that that was one of those things she really most likely didn't want to know.

Trying to come up with an acceptable response through the sheer boggle she was doing, she came up with, "How did you get out?"