There's no blood to drain from SecUnit's face, but its expression goes blank as it wavers. Its head is full of images - a human body, coated with a strange white crystalline substance, chasing after it. The certainty that when that thing catches up, it will be a piece of something else - left trapped inside its own mind.

The flash of horror is so intense that it takes another five seconds to respond, and by the time it manages to rasp something, it looks a bit like a gentle shove could unbalance it entirely, not at all like it's 'try me, fucker' stance.

"Fuck no," it says. "Not again." Then it takes two carefully placed steps away from Serph to drop to a seat, bracing head in hands.