Zara glances to one side—where, you presume, she can see one of the Surgeons. "We are not aware of any family you might have here," she says, at last. "But if they exist, we are capable of finding them, and ensuring their safety." Another glance to her side, and then Zara says, "For what it's worth, I'd have chosen the same way, in your place. Maybe we're alike, you and I."
"Maybe."
"Now, what of me?" she asks. "What will my fate be, now that I will no longer serve as the Surgeons' tool?"