What a request.

Maybe it was because she had read the case file behind the shadowed alien, but that didn't seem like a good idea. Granted, she was out of her comfort zone; if it wasn't the blinding lights ensuring that she would have a migraine by the time this was all said and done, then it was the suit that would impede her movement if something happened. But it was obvious that they were running out of options, with Rhylaen's request hanging in the air.

Looking up, she let out another, inaudible sigh. The universe was testing her, it seemed. And while she probably should have said otherwise, that nagging feeling of doing the right thing tugged at her. "We'll take responsibility," She corrected her. "Dim the lights." It came out more as an order than a request.