There is a calm to space, something soothing about the entire notion of it. She's never been, not truly, but this cold, dark sea of shimmering stars is a welcome respite from the bitter ugliness of the war...and the conflict inside her own head.

Of course, that peace can't last.

There are lights and alarms to signify the malfunction, drawing her from her thoughts with a snap, as her eyes move to her fellow researchers. Well. They ought to do something about that, hadn't they?

"What has happened?" Symmetra swiftly draws herself to her feet.