"Oh my God, it's on the ceiling." Alia's been quietly horrified since entering the room, poking at everything with a pencil she'd picked up from outside the room. She's well aware that she could stop seeing this if she wanted, the glow of... remnants in upper levels of her eye's ultraviolet receptors. But that wouldn't make them go away. "Aaaaugh!"

Fortunately, she's not being loud. Just tiny little noises of dismay.

Give her a moment, guys. She'll be professional any minute now. She's just got to get over... this.