By the program's standards, the lights that gutter out to blackness hardly rate unusual. No, the oddity is how much sharper the absence seems to focus. Rinzler stares back, featureless helmet meeting empty eyes. Processing remains as lagged and fractured as externals, a creeping sense of warning squirming amidst the glitches from the heat, but it hardly makes a difference. There isn't anything he needs to say.

She wasn't a threat. That much is true. But what she was? He doubts this monster wants to hear.