Teleported. Is that how we're brought here? [ "They work by making deals with people..." ] Is that how... the orbs bring us here?

[ Because it wasn't lost on her, that question about regret. She hesitates to call it a dream if only because droids don't traditionally dream. She'd half written it off as random signals firing while her body was torn apart, frayed wires generating nonsense only she could here. ]

How long have you been here... [ She pauses, then asks the question she probably should have asked first. ] What's your name?