She shrugged to herself. Why not? It wasn’t going to do any good, of course. She'd get outside, and then the tech would turn off the simsense and she’d be back in the chair. But what the frag was the difference anyway? Listening to Falcon was just as bad—his voice reminding her that the only way she'd get any peace would be to tell Knife-Edge what he wanted to know. Reminding her that she'd be killing him too.