A real sky and a real meadow would probably be good for Beverly at this point. It's a wonder she can manage the holodeck at all. Underneath all of the images, sights, sounds, and feelings is a vast plain of nothingness. Space. Blank, empty space. If Beverly lets herself think about that, she might go right back to imagining the walls closing in again and she would really prefer not to go down that path again.

Deanna's answer is almost clinical, the truth mostly and not much in the way of emotion. In all honesty, Beverly had expected as much. So she watches her friend for a few moments, letting those words sit between them before she continues her thought.

"I know this can't be easy on you. To see all of these people, to feel who they are and where they've come from. And I know that it's not easy to see me like this, the differences, the age, the experiences." Pushing herself back upright, enough so that she can lean on her hand to be nearly at her friend's level. "So please be honest with me, Deanna. How are you doing?"

They can go back to Beverly's issues in a moment if the conversation turns that way. Right now, her mind has landed on her friend, a woman she knows has one of the most difficult jobs on this ship. In Beverly's timeline, they are very good friends and though they might not have the same history here, she doesn't want to lose that. They can always use a good friend and she wants to be as much of one to Deanna as Deanna has been to her.