She refrained from pointing out that it was an especially ugly jacket and it made him look like he had hepatitis. At some point, she'd introduce him to the replicators. They were by far her favorite thing about being stuck on the Hilton.

Apart from the fact that she wasn't being tortured and experimented on any more, of course.

Sometimes, she had the right priorities.

Turning to look up, she came face to face with the giant and very shut doors to Deck 37. "I might be able to blow these open," she mused. "But I'll need both hands free." Which was a problem when you were on a ladder.