She's struggling, she's definitely a fighter, but she is fading. Reaper wasn't joking about leaving a message; she's trailing it all down the hall.

"Phoenix, maybe, or Horsehead." Trying to think of galaxies they might recognize, trying to will herself awake. Once thing does finally dawn on her through the haze; Lúcio, music, beats --

"You're - you're that DJ ... "