"... No," she says, voice lowering. They're sitting near to each other here outside and she can afford — has to — be quieter. "I've only turned once, when it happened for the first time. Not since. I think I told you that but I don't think I ever fully explained the situation to you."

She is being coy. Gela knows she didn't say a word past what she had to at the time, in Cosima's office. She is staring at the ground, the bit of weed she was supposed to be pulling. "I'm... ready to, if you think it will help."