[Great. And now her vision, which had been acclimatizing to the darkness, is back to seeing naught but black again.

At least that pinprick of light up front is still present.] I'm going to have words with whoever designed the lighting on this ship. [She hisses.

No, she isn't. But she's irritated.] As long as we make it to the light, it'll be fine. Then we never have to come back here until the lights come on and stay on.