[In her dimly lit bedroom, Kyra lies on her bed and stares up at the ceiling.]
[A memory from earlier: Kyra and Natasha are in the control room surrounded by glowing panels. Kyra is speaking to Natasha, upset.]
Kyra: You're leaving me here? I want to help, too!
Natasha: I'm sorry, Kyra. You'll be safer here.
[Back in the bedroom, Kyra rolls onto her side and presses her pillow to her face.]