She doesn't know what to call this one. She should know, and she feels that so strongly. He's left no impression on the narrative-space around her; no, that's not right, she can't feel it and the loss is like an emptiness inside her and all around her.

But it's the best she can do. She doesn't smile when she gets a response, not quite- but she does try. The thing deserves that much, certainly.

"...this place. Does it not feel artificial to you?" She breaks eye contact for a blessed few moments, looking all around the gardens. "The air, the gravity... Empty. Cold. It's like a test chamber."

And then she smiles, oddly genuine despite the topic at hand.

"You want something from us, right? You could just ask. I've got nothing better to do in here."