"I know," she says with soft urgency, not needing to hear a clearly pronounced word to know how much he need to keep moving, but she can't do this fast, it's too big for her to be fast. Still she pushes with everything she has, not with her body, but internally, metaphysically. She just has to adjust things a little, matter and molecular structure. She just needs it to give a little, so they can get through. She's sweating now, breathing shallow, not just from the strain, but because his panic is starting to catch.

"I'm sorry," she says, knowing that probably means fuck-all to him. "I'm fixing it, I just need- just hang on, okay? We're gonna get out. We're gonna be okay."