"It's in your head. It can make you feel whatever it wants." Asala cocked her head, her tone apologetic. There was going to be at least one person who would rather starve in their home than go back to Mount Weather, she suspected, and she hoped it wouldn't be Kaidan.
"You're probably half-naked for real, though. You might want to go put your clothes back on before we leave. I'm sorry I can't let you stay here." It was hard not to linger herself and pick through this place, wherever it was. There was nothing like this at home, and Mount Weather was so dark and contained.