Oh... shock. "What...?" he blurted out, as he somehow stared at the weird glowing almost-too-bright lines in front of him. His eyes were still burning, his head still ached and his cheeks were wet with all the tears, and yet... That was Bonnie in front of him.
"How...? How did you do that?" he asked, holding his hands out in front of him and they were the same. Bright white lines outlining the edges. He glanced up again, at the wall where the elevators were. He could just about make them out, lined in light. "Lyla, drop the hologram, I want to see my own hands like this."
"Of course, Miguel," she replied, and the lines shifted as the hologram dissolved, revealing the Miguel Bonnie was familiar with. Gaunt, exhausted, pale... he looked like shit, really. The clothes he'd 'borrowed' from the Miguel who actually lived on this station hung loosely on him.