[After some time spent poking rather ineffectively at various panels and buttons - it's not that hard to deduce the purpose of some, but many leave her hopeless and helpless - Krile has given up that pursuit.

For now.]

I don't have the sense of anything amiss, which ought to be telling enough. There's only...nothing.

[And looking up at the ceiling really isn't going to be helpful, but she isn't finding answers in any of the more obvious places.]

Are they not meant to be our guardians and guides, now we are inextricably bound to this world?

[A power surge, and then a dying flicker, toss the room into temporary darkness. When all is lit again Krile looks suddenly stricken.]

What of our- of everyone yet asleep?