[ She's absolutely still for a moment, swearing internally because she hadn't meant to, it had been instinctive, she hadn't - ]

Sorry. I'm really - [ Sorry. God. She lets the wires be, turns around and pushes herself up so that she's standing, supported by the wall a little bit as she tries to sort out what to say. ] I don't have good memories of places you can't get out of, is all. Once we fix this. Once we're off the moon I'll be fine.