[Miranda isn't sure she can explain everything she feels right now. It's that same, heavy, judging stare she dealt with in her childhood. That same sense that someone is finding her wanting and useless, seconds from pointing out every flaw and mistake she's ever made. It's terrifying in a way that the thought of being eaten by a raptor isn't.]
I'm in Sector 2. I-It's been quiet here for the last hour or so. The raptors have moved on, or can't find their way around here either.