Uh, I guess? It does feel like something out of a movie sometimes, but... it's real. And there are a lot of people out there that we were going to try and help.

[ Her voice trails off. OK, she can't get homesick for the castle or Voltron or her teammates who aren't here. She's got to pull it together. She heaves a breath and starts scraping the eggs onto a pair of plates. Tortilla-things can get heated up next. ]

I'm supposed to help a bunch of people here, but I feel like I'm letting a lot of other people down. And why do they have to hook our minds together? Can't they just let us work as a team? I mean, sure, we had some weird mental hook-ups when we were trying to work on Voltron, but it wasn't all the time-