Soma would have prodded the Once-ler for his comment about brainwashed friends, except moving still felt like a bad idea. She settled for a feeble glare in his general direction before turning her attention to Sora and his friend.

She couldn't deny the younger boy was a welcome sight, even as worried as he appeared to be. She grunted slightly and managed half a smile before she shuffled into a sitting position, her back against the wall. "It's worse than it looks. He needs more help than I do."

And as much as she didn't want to rat out her friend, it wasn't as if brainwashing was Lingormr's fault. "Lingormr has Special Counseling," she said, trying not to look at the bloody smears she'd left on the floor. At least her voice stayed level this time. "I didn't get a good look at everyone in the group back there, but Kratos and Castiel were there, and Rapunzel--"

Right. Voice level. Professional. Like a debrief. She could do this. "I think she's hurt."