[Anyone would be scared...yes, that's right, she thinks. Death is a scary thing. Nobody wants...to die.

And he looks so scared of the answer too, and she wishes that she could comfort him, and that she could tell him "oh no, it's only been once or twice" but she knows that he knows better. Even the way she introduced the topic--she knows it's obvious it has happened to her many, many times.

She drops her gaze to the shackles on their wrists.]

... Sometimes I... wasn't even sure what happened until after. It happened so fast, sometimes... [Getting hit by a car--getting thrown off a building. Those didn't sink in until after.]

But sometimes... it wasn't fast at all, and I was... [She closes her eyes, tone growing softer and softer.] ...I was always so scared...