Morgan is lightyears from feeling okay, but getting out of the room helps, a fraction. It helps to not have people openly watching and listening, even though she knows better than to think they aren't watched at all.

(Some place must be unwatched, if she can just find and guarantee it. Last time, the only room without two-way glass was her bathroom; she remembers her relief when she could find no way to look inside, and wonders, again, how firmly she had to put her foot down to make that happen, and whether the bathrooms here were built the same way.)

"No, of course not." What a stupid question. "Why are you..." There's a hint of that Not Okayness in her voice, and more than a hint in the way she raises and lowers her forearms at him. "Why admit to being an astronaut and then pretend to not know who I am. Whose idea was this simulation? How and why does it have such a large footprint? It behaves like a skinner box. Why?"