If this was her first rodeo, she'd have an entirely different set of questions in mind right now. But Morgan can't quite find it in herself to wonder how a pretend ship pretend-repairs itself, or worry about fake people writing on fake walls in fake blood. That all gets, at most, one impassively raised eyebrow.

The questions she actually has are things she can't really ask outright. Things like: what's she expected to prove here? And: which robot is she actually talking to right now?

Instead of any of those, she asks levelly: "Okay. How can I help?"

Because that's likely what the jury are looking for. As if she hasn't demonstrated enough, over and a-fucking-over again, that she'll help. Because apparently Alex can put his whole sister in her head, and expect her to be fine with it, and fine with him, and still not give her an inch of fucking trust.