[She isn't going to climb into bed with him when there are people around! If they were alone, maybe, but he scoots over and she interprets it as him scooting away to get more space.

But that's fine. She keeps her head where it is, pillowed in her arms and hiding her face.]

I told you... I had nightmares, right? [She asks for confirmation, more to check that he remembers, because she certainly does.] Before the Director saved me, I was...

["Being executed" is the right phrase, but it implies she did something wrong. Which, she did, but it's still so hard to say. "Dying" doesn't encompass it at all though.]

...Being killed. I never wanted anyone I care about to go through something like that.