The RIFT. Of course. She lets out a sound perilously close to a growl, and then looks faintly alarmed at herself for it. Even though she is perfectly within her rights for it. The rift made her human-shaped. And it's making her dream. And SNEEZE. This is starting to be worse than being in a potato.

Okay, no. Nothing is worse than being in a potato. Gotta put things in perspective.

"I was an artificial intelligence," she says resentfully. "I never had to sleep or... or sneeze. Durant told me this rift is semisapient? Does it have no sense of decency?"

Finally she seems to remember she is actually, ostensibly talking to someone. She refocuses on him. "Who are you?" she accuses.