Terry barely blinks when Raven transforms, though there are moments she has to remind herself that Raven and Mystique aren't necessarily the same. Not anymore, anyway; the Mystique Terry knows is someone else entirely, a world away.

She's too tired to give much thought to it now, anyway. Raven is the one making her food and being a friend, and that's about all that matters, in the long run.

"No," she answers quietly, pulling the plate closer. She picks up a few grapes, eating slowly and enjoying the fruit after days of eating whatever they'd called food in that place. "They did hurt a few people, but not me. They kept me in a collar the whole time unless they wanted to test my scream. Kept me mute."

She can still feel the heaviness of the collar around her neck, though she knows all that's left of it is the redness from where it chafed.