[for her, she thinks to the abandoned Altean craft caught between realities. the trap set for the team by...well, Lotor.

she shrugs her shoulders up a bit, in a defensive, closed posture. she's tempted to brush off Keith's question, to position herself as a steady rock in the uncertainty of an abandoned, creepy spacecraft.

but Keith has changed, and she knows him a bit better than to lie to him like that.]

I...am managing. I am just having a terrible time imagining what could have happened to the crew. We've come across nothing but remnants.

[a pause.]

And I've been hearing things.