Kali in miniature, no more than eight or nine, but clearly small for her age, is gently secured in a hospital bed when Lydecker walks in. Her tiny body is covered in a sheet, but her arms are visible, covered in dark, violently blue and purple bruises, cast in a futuristic plastic cast that looks like it's patterned after a giraffe, making bruised skin visible. Over the casts, her wrists are secured to the bed. Almost as if she'd tried to fight off the treatment.

She looks up when he walks in, green eyes sad and hurt, pain clear even from that tiny movement. Pain relief wasn't particularly important to the doctors that were studying her. Her voice is still gone, so she doesn't bother addressing him as he sits down in the plastic chair next to her.

"You did well."

She makes a face and Lydecker actually laughs, though there doesn't seem to be much mirth in it. The laughter brings a small smile to Kali's lips, easily fighting past the pain to light up her wan expression.

"Most of the X5s passed out. You stayed awake the entire procedure." Another smile fights to her lips, proud. Proud that the Colonel seems proud of her at least. The smile turns eager when he pulls a lollipop out of his pocket and tears the wrapper off, presenting to her.

"You did well."

Since she can't really use her arms, he pops it into her mouth for her and she beams at him with childish delight. After a brief pat on the head, more positive reinforcement, he leaves the room and leaves Kali to her lollipop and job well done.