She does a good job of hiding any expression, any feeling she might have about what she says. But even her neutral expression, the way she looks blankly into the middle distance, speaks volumes for how uncomfortable she is.

"Sixteen." He repeats, taking that in. Sixteen when she met the Winter Soldier. Sixteen during the height of the Cold War. Sixteen and training to be an assassin. It seems too outrageous to be anything but the truth. "What did they do to you?"