I've known Clydesdales that did less work than this girl. And they lived in much better conditions with nice people around them.
I would also love to know where the fuck these E-meters came from, as opposed to good old fashioned lie detectors. You know, something that's a bit more scientific than just holding 2 soup cans and watching a random needle bounce? It's no wonder so many of these escapees need therapy after dealing with this stuff. If they didn't have anxiety before, they were pretty much gifted it by an auditor with a list of ridiculous questions and a superiority complex.