Angry, she reminds herself, is what she is, and not under any reign of any sort. "Cynara" is tickling at her mind, as well: something unpleasant. A jellyfish? She queries the Witness. No, that would be "Cyanea." An animated picture pulses in front of her, obscenely billowing. She looks at the scale and realises it is large enough to engulf her, feels a flush of revulsion.