Aeryn's jaw knitted for a moment. He wouldn't understand. His machine already hadn't recognized her. It was naming the greatest error in her judgement, and prison, there. A contamination in her skin deeper than Crais's edict of her exile. The requirement of being saved from being nearly erased completely while still in her own skin, while it was anything but hers suddenly.

As her body and mind were changing entirely to one like Pilots.

"It belongs to a species we call Pilot."