Her knees hurt but she barely feels it. The ache is nothing compared to what she'd endured in this room... not this room. The two spaces war for dominance in her mind, one superseding the other on repeat as she struggles against the fear that threatens to creep in again, tendrils of it trying to wind their way into that emptiness. Knowing her friend is behind her helps, as does the sound of his voice, but she needs more than that.

She needs to speak.

"This is Cerebro." Her voice doesn't echo in the room, it's too quiet for that, but somehow it almost seems to fill it regardless. "It was designed for the most telepath in the world... to amplify his powers and keep out interference. Nothing could penetrate these walls."

She can't bring herself to look back at Knock Out, her eyes unfocused on the space before her, but she knows he's there.

"This is where they kept me during the war."