Her lips curled into a nasty smile, almost a sneer. "Well, you know that old adage. 'The best revenge is living well.' And while we may not be able to live particularly well here, we can still smile. And dance." She paused, raising an eyebrow. "And laugh."

Laugh at the scientists who kept them pent up like animals. Laugh at the doctors who poked and prodded them without oaths or standards. And most importantly, laugh at themselves, at the way they stumbled and fell, but somehow, miraculously, got back up again.

She turned, looking up where she knew there to be a camera. "I want them to see me smile. And dance. And laugh."