"They gave me power and purpose, Ollie, and you can do the whole 'they're as bad as Bishop' speech until you're blue in the face, but I like it here. I know where I stand with these people. And really, where else would I go? To your Fringe Division? Please. I'd be an experiment again. I like being a person."

She strokes Olivia's temple as she speaks, threading calm and happiness into each word, little bursts of affection into every mention of the people who run the facility. A conditioning of pleasure, so gentle it's almost invisible. Steve stirs, faintly, and the girl starts to hum, turning so she can rest her fingers against his temple and still keep contact with Olivia. "It's so much better here."