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"Show yourself," she says.
A noise begins to bubble up around her, an indescribable, comfortable grating sound, like a church choir full of heavy smokers, or the collective yowls of hundreds of stray cats, or a thunderstorm inverting itself upwards and crashing lightning into space. Static, but abundant. It gradually becomes more and more intelligible---or perhaps she's just getting used to it--before it fully mangles itself into a coherent voice and talks to her.
"You... pilot this vessel... alone?" her hands say.
"Yes, I---I---I'm the captain."
"A tragedy," it replies. "But you need no longer fear a lack of existence. We were sent here for this purpose, it seems. We understand now. We will carry you."