A direct question, and she can't ignore it any more than he could. Unlike Illya, she doesn't bother trying. She is resigned. Or maybe she's just tired. She sighs, turns her head slightly to stare at the ceiling again. She can't avoid talking about it, but she doesn't have to look at him while everything she's feeling plays out across her face. "He decided to go against his orders and refused to try and kill me. He offered me a new life, a purpose, a chance to atone. He gave me hope."

More than that, he taught her to relate to people. Slowly, and with plenty of backsliding, but he helped her to learn how to relate to people as herself, not as the part she chose to play. He didn't save her life, he helped her to create it.

That much, she manages to hold back, but she won't be able to keep it up forever.