"A collective dream state in which we are all trapped could do it, I suppose." He has been put through an experiment very similar to that once already. What better explanation is there? Just like last time, he'll have to find a way to wake himself up. Until then, there's nothing else for it.

It doesn't escape his notice, the way Murderbot's expression rankles concerning Friday. He can take a guess as to why. Rather than shy away from the topic, he presses it.

"Speaking of our apparent hostess, does she always look that way?" Having no facial features, he means.