If anything, the nightmare-like, unreal quality of the scene insulates Kerrigan. Planker doesn't know what it feels like to be a telepath, and though the imaginary men dying all around her look (mostly) and sound (mostly) like people, there's nothing where their minds should be. Imagine that. A pageant of ghosts trying to scare a ghost.

"I should have just done this the normal way." Kerrigan sighs, puffing annoyance up through her bangs. This is stupid. "Did your instruction manual tell you if any of these things can hurt us?" she asks as she takes Stacia's advice and starts jogging towards the thick of the surreal combat.