Daisy's reassurance of Ami's continued vivacity didn't go a long way to dispel Ami's confusion or alarm – especially not when she looked back and saw her body lying on the floor. It gave her pause that her first thought was, (Blimey! I look like hell.)
That was actually the only coherent thought that managed to form as reality set in and Daisy's words pushed her rising panic back. Marginally.
"Daisy?" Ami's voice quivered. Quivered? Should her voice have quivered? Should she have had a voice? Had Daisy gone completely off the rails, round the bend, "a few French fries short of a Happy Meal™" to quote her American friends?
"I'll put you back, but I need to know can you do whatever it is you do like this?"
Emotions flared around her; turning, Ami traced their source, the disembodied spirits of Sakai, Wilson, Jacob, the guard were rife with fear, terror, anger. She looked away from them, scrambled for her shields, hoping that the mental exercises worked. They did, better than before. (No pain. No drugs. No body. Don't go there.)
"I don't know," Ami admitted with a shake of her head. "I can feel them," she waved absently at the group behind her, "But I don't even know enough of how I do what I do to know if I can. I'll … " her voice hitched, quivered. She forced herself to not look at Boone. "I'll try. Tell me what you have in mind."
[Ami] Out of Body, Still in Mind (tag Daisy)
That was actually the only coherent thought that managed to form as reality set in and Daisy's words pushed her rising panic back. Marginally.
"Daisy?" Ami's voice quivered. Quivered? Should her voice have quivered? Should she have had a voice? Had Daisy gone completely off the rails, round the bend, "a few French fries short of a Happy Meal™" to quote her American friends?
"I'll put you back, but I need to know can you do whatever it is you do like this?"
Emotions flared around her; turning, Ami traced their source, the disembodied spirits of Sakai, Wilson, Jacob, the guard were rife with fear, terror, anger. She looked away from them, scrambled for her shields, hoping that the mental exercises worked. They did, better than before. (No pain. No drugs. No body. Don't go there.)
"I don't know," Ami admitted with a shake of her head. "I can feel them," she waved absently at the group behind her, "But I don't even know enough of how I do what I do to know if I can. I'll … " her voice hitched, quivered. She forced herself to not look at Boone. "I'll try. Tell me what you have in mind."