"Alright," she says quietly, and there's no emotion there, and it's weird - it's not turning it off, really, it's not, because that's something different, but it's that Mystique was right.

"There's a box on the shelf for you," she says, and then she moves to look in the mirror, to get the makeup off her face. Her head's pounding and she feels sort of sick still, she's barely eaten and hasn't showered, but after the old mascara and eyeliner's gone from under her eyes, she just moves to leave. "I'm going to the holodeck." Because she literally doesn't know what else to do, and it's either be hysterical and go around in circles, or this - and she's gone.