[ she does know. she's more or less omniscient in this place, even when she's not a machine. she's taken pains to compensate for that, to give her more control despite the weakness of her soft, fleshy body. maybe she would change back if she could, become robotic again-- and better suited, really, for all of this-- but with that life growing inside her, she can't.

it's just one more thing a human being has inflicted on her.

she's waiting at the opening to the air duct when he gets there, flanked by two blue droids. her greeting is flat, unaffectionate, and pointed: ]

This area is strictly off limits. I am offering you one chance to allow yourself to be escorted off the premises.