"Rush," she breathes, stunned, staring up at him - at this thing that sounds like him, rather. A machine of beautiful design, some sort of A.I., perhaps? Speaking, for some reason, with his voice. What has been done to him?

Comprehension of her situation is still frustratingly elusive, just beyond her reach. She takes a step in, toward the monstrosity, meeting the bright green optic.

"Rush, you've got to still be in there," she says, drained entirely of her earlier smug bravado. "You have to remember-" Remember what? How can she ask this of him when she can't even remember herself?

She comes a little closer, reaching up to him, an aimless, almost symbolic gesture. "Please."