She lies down again, yet again, on the cold, hard laboratory floor. Test subject 65535's head feels full of static, her vision going hazy.

"Well?" demands Josephine.

"What? Well what?" she mumbles.

"Describe for me what you're experiencing! I can't see any particular external effects... how do you expect me to record the results of the 
experiment if you won't tell me anything?"

Subject 65535 doesn't answer for what seems like a long time but probably isn't, and at any rate Josephine doesn't say anything further yet.
She chances a mild defiance for what feels like the first time in years.
"Are you even recording anything? I don't see you writing anything down or typing or --"

"Of course I'm fucking recording everything why the fuck else would I be doing this shit you fucking idiot!?"

The beaver goes silent. Tries to just lie there being shouted at.

"There's a video camera recording everything," Josephine is suddenly speaking in an even, almost pleasant tone, "so I can write all the imprtant
information down later."

Subject 65535 doesn't really know or, honestly, care that much whether or not Josephine is lying.

"I think you should tell me what I need to know, dear. I would very much appreciate that."

"My uh... my head feels like it's weighed down and full of noise... I can't see properly. And my legs hurt."

"Hmm."

Josephine smiles to herself.
"Is that all? So far?"

"Yeah..." test subject 65535 says, but at that moment blood begins to flow from her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head.

"Dead again, looks like. You did well. Finally useful... I have told you that, haven't I?"