"I don't know for certain, but I have my suspicions."
I hardly looked at Grace, but continued on half to myself and half to my listeners.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were asked to perform a special but vague service to the Empire. Some of it was odd, but you brushed it off. It is possible that whatever food they provided was drugged to ensure you would sleep through the process of having your insides stuffed with machinery. I had to knock myself out pretty hard to endure my transformation and alterations."
"They likely gave you some physical training as they intended you to be a solider. However, for one reason or another, you either escaped the program or were thrown out as defective. Your wings seem to be in perfect working condition, so something must have gone wrong with their attempts to control you. Fortunately for you, darling," I grinned a little too broadly, "you still have your free will."