"I know." The Ghost looks down at the floor for a second. "It's... well, it will be all right. We're going to get out of here."

It almost doesn't matter what he says; he's just so relieved to hear her answer. He hovers around her as she finds her feet. He's not looking around them any more, either. "Can you make it out? I can hack the panel, but you're the biologist."

Focus on purpose. Function. The code beneath the grotesquerie. There are always patterns...