The unplanned motion isn't lost on her. In cells on either side, there's humans who have been able to receive healing for their injuries. What Rinzler seems to be insinuating isn't looking good: either there's nobody here he can give access to to repair the damage, or nobody here he would.

Not wanting edits, on the other hand, is a natural instinct. She waves her hand at the mention.

"I'm not implying edits. The only person who should be allowed to edit you, is you. But just so I'm understanding you correctly, you don't have any option but to stay like this, for now?" She frowns vaguely, and looks up at the ceiling, the shapeless, pressing heat. "When you're out of the cell, will you repair naturally as a function?"