[Her voice trailing off. Not exactly sounding too impressed by that fact as she swirls a spoon playfully around in a large cup of milk before letting it go, only to watch the utensil continue to circle until it all but stops. At that point, she removes it with a twirl.]
... in a facility that is beneath the surface of the ocean.
[Yellow eyes flicker toward the communicator. She lets that hang there for a moment as she takes a sip of her drink.]
And no one finds this out of the ordinary. While the lack of shackle is much appreciated, I think I'd prefer open skies to leaky domes...