Isabelle cries out in pain as the console slices her hand. 

[i]Stupid stupid stupid. Losing your temper on an insignificant machinery. Losing your temper at all. That is not how a Lozano is supposed to behave.[/i]

[i]Failure. You can't even manipulate this simple piece of machinery, when it practically opened itself for you. What hope do you have commanding something like the Emberlight?[/i]

[i]I mean, 'mom voice' aside, how long do you think you'd last as a space-explorer if you go around getting angry in alien ruins? It doesn't seem like one of those long-lifespan kind of traits[/i]

Pulling the bleeding palm away, she watches in morbid, and slightly horrified, fascination as the nanobots ... as they ... what ... what are they [i]doing??[/i]

Her mind is frozen and there is little she can do as Crescent grabs her hand and does ... something else. She only reacts once she's spoken to again.

"Open the door?!" Isabelle replies, incredulously. "How is [i]that[/i] your priority? First - I think I need immediate medical attention! I could get blood poisoning from this! Do you know what the heck that stuff is going to do?! Do you?!! I might need to have a transfusion! Or amputation! And I [i]like [/i]my arm! I do lots of things with it! Like tennis! How am I going to play tennis without my arm? [i]Did you even think about that?!!?!"[/i]

"And secondly! Why are you asking that like it's something you think I can do, huh? What, I just wave my hand and make that door op-"

The door opens, and even Isabelle has to shut up at that.