There's a pause, an exasperated sigh as she falls back on her heels to sit perched on the flooring in front of what could pass for an open wound— if ships and flesh were designed by the same creatures. Some inorganic pass at making a body on an unthinkable scale.

From over her shoulder she watches him as he shivers in unease and, yeah, she gets it.

"Oye, mijo, look. I know, it isn't great. Believe me I don't want to do it," Said, ever so helpfully, while she irreverently flicks gore from her fingertips. "But if we want to get out of here? We need all the information we can get about how this place works."

Tilting her head, there's another reluctant pause before she adds: "Even when it's...gross."