Well, that answers her first question, and Patch might look delicate, but she's had steel in her spine from the moment she was aware of the world around her. She might not understand a single thing that's going on right now, but she won't let herself be bullied out of her integrity.

"Did. You. Put. This man's head. In a box?" She's still using words that have nothing to do with machinery, and is currently cradling the box in one arm almost protectively.

The colour high on her cheeks now is the result of something other than the sickness tearing through the city. She is livid.