It was awful. The anomalies were bad. The hallways just ... kept going. [She picks out a similarly decaffeinated bag for herself and prepares the mugs, filling them with heated water from the fancy coffee machine.] The distances between places were always changing, and my powers were acting weird. It felt like the whole ship was trying to turn itself inside out, and I couldn't figure out how or why. [And that had made things much, much worse; she'd been aware of less and less as the days went on, more and more frightened of the way reality seemed to bend and break around the barge.] I think the coma was kind of a blessing in disguise; I probably would've lost my mind trying to figure it all out and make it stop.

[She brings the mugs over to the other side of the island and sits on the stool beside him. He's already told her some of what happened, and she can guess how he feels about it.] How did you deal with everything? Better than trying to encase yourself in a block of ice, I hope?