"My control room," she snaps, bristling at having to explain her pain in words. "This is what I look like, only... dying. But I can't... the dream is preventing me from changing it!" An attempt to do so only elicits a brief flickering of what little light there is, and a faint wheezing from the console.

"I don't want to be like this," she adds, wishing he would stop being quite so horrified and repulsed by her.