She nods, tucking herself more firmly against him. She's not hearing voices, something she's ridiculously grateful for (and more than a little angry that she's grateful for), but unreality clings to everything like dingy scum.

"Should be able to. It's just... electronics." She makes a vague head-ward gesture of frustration, because she can build the perfect motherboard for her computer, but can't fix her own personal wiring.

"I'd forgotten. Before, back... there. That... about any of it, other than the crash. Purposefully forgot. Thought the inside of my head was real. Until it wasn't. So." The words stutter and stumble over each other, making their awkward way into the room.

"And I can't remember getting here. In this room."