It was odd to hear anyone say that the death of a parent was the best thing that had ever happened to them, and yet the doctor wouldn't be surprised if there was some truth to it. Before Bob Bishop's death, Elle had been like a caged animal, only let out when she was given a rare chance to "prove herself." And yet he wondered if anyone could eat out of someone else's hand for that many years and not feel something after that person was dead.

And then she started again, sending a blast of lightning that was clearly aimed at him. The doctor was forced to close his eyes against the brightness, and while he could fear the pressure of the volts around him, there was no pain.

He stood there in silence for a moment before glancing to the computer monitor again. That one had been stronger, and she'd controlled it. This was working, at least to some extent.

"So you have no regrets about leaving a life that had been all you'd known for years?" he asked with a tilt of his masked head. "None at all?"