"Yeah, sure, have a breather when time means nothing and they can run us around in here with no food or rest in sight. And then what, stare at the sand some more? You probably know more about sand gardens than I do, and--" Even now, Claire knows better than to pull out 'and you're a goddamn robot.' Labrys is trying to help.

It's just that there's this thing in her head that won't shut up.

"I don't get it. We told them it was bullshit so we could get a chance to do better somewhere else, and this is the thanks we get?"