"I'm sorry," Sabriel says through gritted teeth. Part of it's simple frustration, and part of it's the sudden surge of pain from her injuries. Her tone is blankly polite, any audible sign of frustration buried beneath years of etiquette training.

"I don't know what an android is, or where Detroit is, but I apologize deeply for misunderstanding. I-" Sabriel looks down at her hands, and her frown deepens. Her injuries hurt, but they're healing far quicker than they should. Sabriel looks from her injuries to the stranger's face, realization dawning.

"Do your wounds normally heal so quickly?"