[ Of course she's emotional. Sheesh. She's a person, not a robot. (Ha, ha.) ]

They're definitely not brain scans. Way too limited. Seems more like a rudimentary A.I. [ Maybe she'll be lucky, and Simon will just keep asking her expository questions... Uh-huh. Catherine already knows she won't just be able to sweep everything under the rug; she's not even sure, for once, if she's capable of it. But the urge to do so is very strong nevertheless. She has to squeeze her hands into fists, pressed on her thighs where she's kneeling, surrounded by electrical parts and her radio. ]

... Otherwise, I don't know. [ Her voice gets quieter. ] Sorry, Simon. This time, I don't have any answers.