She opened her eyes, slowly, wincing as the light from above nearly blinded her.
Being isolated in a cell, two square metres large, with one hour of light total per day, and that for two months...
It sure doesn't do you and your eyes any good.
They get used to the darkness so much that after a while looking at a lit match for a split-second is like staring into Omega-11's giant red star for an hour.
And that from way beyond the asteroids and the safety zone, close enough to have your ship scorched by the searing heat.
I guess you could say that she felt like looking into said star like that now, keeping her eyes closed, shielding them with her hand from the dim lamp at the ceiling, slowly trying to get used to the light, rolling around in that old bunk bed she was laying on.
It would take a while.