The little faerie puts a finger to her lips and purses them, tilting her chin up to look at the sky through the skylight. A minute has passed in her cycle of consideration. 

"Both choices come with a ton of uncertainty. The source code for my program is relatively simplistic, meaning that a copy only based on this original may or may not be up to the current task. Whereas the machine code that represents my current state of being is not capable of being made into a perfect copy within the time remaining due to the fundamental imperfection of silicon material in physical reality. So I would never know for certain what would become of things."

The pursed lips drop and the faerie suddenly laughs, making a tinkling noise and zipping around in a loop de loop, giggling all the while. "Dang it though, I think the real question here is who're you? Coming in here the moment that there's a life-ending threat. On equipment I didn' think was even in here. And offering me, what, like, salvation that would only make sense to a human?"

You can respond to her however you please while you're on the move. You can see that the data transfer to your storage is already in progress. No copies, just one Ailee.