[Caitlyn is somewhat surprised the sympathy, but she certainly appreciates it. She glances gratefully at Donna as she follows her into the laundry.]

The last thing I was doing before I arrived here? She and I were both kidnapped. I was knocked unconscious, I... I don't know what happened to her.

[She sets the basket down on the table and takes a look around the room, wondering if this is anything like the rooms where her own clothes were washed at home. Thinking about the strange metal boxes lined up against the wall is better than thinking about what might have befallen Vi in her absence.]