Akemi considers those answers with a frown.
"What I find most concerning is the lack of knowledge or memories on anyone's part. If it is an experiment, I do not recall signing a consent form to participate in anything like this. Not that I believe something this horrifically unethical cares about the notion of consent. But, with none of us recalling our arrival here, perhaps our memories of the 'lead up' as it were have been tampered with. Perhaps we all, somehow, consented to be here."
Even that notion leaves her feeling a little sick.
"The main reason I do not believe this to simply be random is that our outfits are clearly designed differently, almost made to suit us as individuals. The knowledge of our crimes notwithstanding, it seems as though our captors know us very well. Unless they have somehow anticipated we would do something and stalked us leading up to our crime, it does not make sense for them to be so familiar with who we are and what we did."
Akemi's hand touches her throat. She knew punishment would be a possibility when she did what she did. Facing the notion of it now, though, was unpleasant at best.
"Perhaps informing us of their plans would sully their precious test results."