They mess with Toby.

The young woman sat staring into space while Jen and the newly-reconstituted Mark had a good laugh. Finally Jen was able to speak.

"We were almost sex slaves to a guy named Toby!" She looked at the former Grink and started laughing again. "Toby!"

"Yeah?" asked the young women passively.

"Tell us about yourself."

The young woman started to blankly recite facts. "My name is Toby. I'm 5'6" and 130lbs. I have black hair and-"

"Give her an accent!"

"Tell us how you feel right now in a southern accent." Jen commanded.

Without any change to her expression, she started speaking with a slight Virginia drawl. "I'm not currently hungry or tired. I am slightly **** and under the influence of marijuana. My hands are chafing where I'm bound to the chair and-"

"Oh, shit, yeah, untie her!" Jen started to unwrap the duct tape from her wrists.

Mark grabbed her by the chin and squeezed her cheeks, causing her mouth to open. "Is she just gonna be like a robot? That's kinda creepy."

"She should have all of the personality and traits of our ideal person, just with no will to go along with them. Toby, do you like me?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like Mark?"

"Yeah."

"What kind of food do you like?"

"I love thai food and italian, but I'm up to try anything. If something sounds good to you I'll take a gamble on it." she intoned without affect.

"See?" Jen said. "All the stuff is in there, just no spark of desire to make her go." She thought. "Maybe we can tell her to act a certain way." She turned to the woman. "Toby, act like we're very close friends and you're excited to see us."

The woman's face lit up. "Jen, Mark! It's been forever! How have y'all been?"

Mark gaped. "That's wild. But it's getting a little awkward calling her Toby. Hey Toby, do you want a new name?"

"Nope! I don't want anything, remember?"

Ok, that was weird. "Can you think of a new name for yourself?"

She crinkled her nose. "How about Toby?"

"No, a girl's name, like Jane."

"Oh!" she said, smiling. "Jane!"

Mark sighed and turned to Jen. "Is she messing with us?"

Jen looked thoughtful. "I don't think so." She addressed the woman, who was still smiling at them. "Toby, can you think of a random number between one and ten?"

"Ok!" she said enthusiastically.

"What number did you think of?"

She grinned. "One!"

They repeated the test. "One!"

She tried again. "Can you think of a number between one and ten other than one?"

"Two!"