She nods quietly, without a wince or grimace, just a simple, straightforward acknowledgment.

"Yes," Victra says. "Probably worse this time around because everything was pissing me off, due to not being home. But basically, that was me, in all my glory."

It's not a hard thing to admit to. A part of her doesn't want to, but she's too honest to try and hide from what she was, what a part of her still is.