Oh, it is! But a very odd sort of one, isn't it? As dangerous as one would think an AI-run facility housing all manner of heretics and xenos and whatnot would be, this place seems more like a sort of resort on a pleasure world with each day. We may be fighting to keep our honor and our faith, but we're not exactly fighting for our lives. We inmates have all the resources we could ever need, and certainly leisure time, if we wish it—we've not only been captured; we're being domesticated.
[she crosses her arms thoughtfully, her reflection doing the same—even slouching a bit in her seat. Conversationally, as an afterthought:]