Trae watches in silence as the last of Lillian's body can be seen before it disappears into the cube. He always wondered why the VirtuSuits has such incredible treads on the soles of the boots. Shrugging his shoulders, he returns to checking the data transfer.

Lillian can "feel" her body coming apart, being split into each individual piece. Her mind tells her this should hurt or be scary, but the process feels so natural. It is like she was made to be formed and reformed whenever and however. Any thoughts of nervousness she had must have been lost in the parsing.