Smith has been cut, gouged and finally torn apart, or possibly scissored. It is something she could have lived her whole life without ever doing, staring down into the tubular ruin of a chest cavity. She looks around, and finds Trisa Hinde. She starts to nod, then remembers that this won’t necessarily mean anything obvious to Hinde, or might mean any one of several things and the spread of options will probably be annoying. She murmurs "Hello" instead.