[Querla turns sharply towards Philip, frowning.] That may be so for you and many others, but I am a creature of logic and reason. And logically, where I am standing right now, should not even exist. [She moves over her scanner, glaring at the bright numbers atop the screen.] These readings are far too disorganized in their places. The sensors are far too high from their points of origin. It is not natural.