Roland must think she's lost her mind. He must be trying to gently gather further information from her without upsetting her--it's like him, gently prying without being unkind or cruel. And who would blame him for such thoughts, that his wife was simply a bit off her rocker, a bit out of sorts? It still sounds as ridiculous out loud as it does in her head. Even Riza thought she'd been losing her grip with reality when she'd first come to the conclusion herself.

She shifts, her free hand running over her face and fingertips coming to rest on a thick pink scar that crosses from behind her ear to her clavicle. "I had been working on a covert operation with General Mustang and Major Miles. I had been keeping watch, when a hostile local terrorist cell had identified my location. I don't have a clear memory of what happened after, just of initial gunfire. The next thing I can remember clearly was waking up here."

A pause, before she exhales shakily. "You must think I'm crazy." His reaction is little consolation for her already frazzled nerves, though she can't say she blames him. "I thought I must be crazy, when I first got here."