[The concept of face twins isn't a new one on the ship, but this is something entirely different. The person that once was Claire Saunders is gone. In her stead is a similar looking woman, though this is still Claire's body. Those scars across her face make it recognizable to those who know the doctor.

But Whiskey is docile in comparison. There is no edge to her voice, no skepticism or cynicism. She is not closed off. Whiskey is both more childlike and yet moves almost like a ghost, quiet and calm, always with wide eyes.]

Hello. [She blinks. There is no such network at her last residence, and this place is confusing as is. She isn't sure what to say, having nothing programmed, no response to this atmosphere.]

I would like to know more of this place if I am going to be here longer. It is not like the Dollhouse. There is no pool or yoga. I do not know what to do. [She blinks again. Having to decide things is still a foreign concept, but she is doing what she must. Her head tilts as if something popped in her head.]

I like the oxygen gardens.

[It isn't a whole lot of information, but it's clear something happened to her. She's defenseless here for the most part and more than a little lost. Hopefully Topher figures out something soon.]

[In spite of his reluctance to say anything after a particularly stabby incident, Murphy has other concerns that more or less supersedes his own well-being at the moment:]

"Wasn't gonna say anything 'bout this -- especially not on here, but... I feel like it needs to be brought up again in case if it wasn't already obvious.

"I think it goes without sayin' that this isn't some kinda five-night Space Academy. You just... You ever know what you might run into, whether you're doin' your job or just grabbing something from the kitchen, or somethin' else goes down... Not tryin' to scare anybody with this, I'm just gonna put that out there.

"Nng... I'm not... one for fancy speeches, but I just wanted to say, uh... it's a big ship we live on. Shit can happen. A lot of us have been on board for awhile, and... yeah, I'm no head doctor, but I do know that the conditions we're stuck in can do a lot to a person's mental health."

[None of this is news to Murphy, and it feels like he's wasting his breath on it now. He sighs. Though he's kept the audio on for a reason, he makes a pained grunt, trying to compose himself before he continues:]

"Guess what I'm tryin' to say is... exercise some caution while you're here. Otherwise, you're probably gonna learn it the hard way." [Much like yours truly here.]

I've been wondering this for a while.

What do you do without a mother?

[Obviously she is nowhere near as worried as she sounds, but you'd have to be a near mind-reader to see that.]