She had no voice but the warped warning siren of her frame.
She had no eyes but the ones in the cranial unit.
She had no limbs but the crushed appendages that she could only barely piece together.
She had no access to her own memories but the ones in the black box.
She had no nerves but the fangs still cut through her.
She had no body but the Fleetfoot.
. . .
She had no goal but to ensure her squad was ready for what she had seen.
She had no fear but the consequences of letting it be ignored.
She had to warn them of what the perimeter attacks were distracting them from.
She had heard of a virus that could destroy everything.
She had no choice but to keep going.