[Boneheaded might be right. She’s keeping captive an eldritch tentacle monster who has control over a hivemind of an entire dimension of similar monsters; not to mention a very powerful psychic with a penchant for murder to boot.

Yet in that same vein, she’s also debilitated him to the point where he can do nothing, and without access to said monsters, he has no choice but to wait this all out — to suffer through this sort of conversation. Boneheaded-confidence may be well-founded, either way.

He clearly pauses, trying to judge how to answer.]

Before I arrived here, I was in a dimension that… changed me. Into something other than human. Something similar to the biology of the creatures that live there.