Something bad. Tris has a bad taste in her mouth immediately as it crosses her mind that not all scientists who say they want the best for people actually care about people. It's hard not to think of injections and cold metal tables and reclined chairs. Images of the inside of her skull up on a screen. Her stomach turns while her mouth presses into a thin line.

"Maybe. Not all doctors and scientists are good people." If Ellie was somewhere like the Erudite labs, Tris is pretty sure what she'd do.