Sansa hovered by the door of the lab, her arms hugging herself as she stared at the man - she'd heard someone talking while she'd walked by - there were too many people in the observation room, and her own bedroom felt claustrophobicly empty - but when she'd turned the doorway there'd been nothing there. She didn't know if he could have been talking to one of those holograms, or something else entirely, but she took a deep breath, forcing a small smile. "Excuse me," she said, her voice low and quiet. 'What are you doing?"

She forced herself to put down her arms, her hands first at her sides, then rubbing together, then brushing back a bit of hair that had come loose from her braid, as if she couldn't decide what she was doing with them. Her hesitant steps into the lab were accompanied by widening eyes - she had never seen these sorts of machines, and while she had to force herself not to touch them, her brows furrowed. "Do you - are these yours, m'lord?" Yes, m'lord. She was still Alayne Stone, would remain Alayne Stone until something - someone forced her hand, even though she knew it was chipping away more and more and more.