She takes a sharp breath, and blinks once, twice, before she takes a very conscious step back from Steve, pressing against the wall.

"Yes," she says cautiously, putting an outstretches hand against the wall and concentrating as hard as she can on going intangible,so she can slip back and away. She can see the crease between his brows and the buildup of anger and it frightens her, because she doesn't know this man and doesn't want him any closer than he already is. "He did. When I was little, there was a machine...he put me in it. It hurt," she murmurs, wide brown blue-flecked eyes locked on Steve's face.