She surprised the hell out of herself and several of the interrogators by gasping, wrenching out a "Yes! Yes. Yes. He's dead, the nuclear point is dead." Her throat hurt, and it was a blessing. She could try to focus on that instead of the idea of the skin on her arm turning necrotic. The head was gone from her skin. She could focus on trying to breath.

"Well, and that's progress. Looks like we've gone to the right well. Of course that means the others are extraneous."