She looks up from the note, something painful flickering over her expression as she sees him. Her last memory isn't of the cage, not anymore. It's of Varian engineering machines designed specifically against her.

That had hurt at first, but now that her head's less clouded, she can see why of course it would be what he'd do. It'd be what she would have done too, in his place. So she just gives him a slight nod.

"Hi, Varian."

Owl hops off her arm and flies over, giving him a more enthusiastic hoot.