CT rubs her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. She's been unconsciously straining them, trying to see even though she knows it's pointless, and it's starting to give her a headache.

"Okay..." She's still not sure she buys it, but honestly, it's the best theory they've got right now. And the only one that doesn't involve some unknown, untouchable power controlling everything about what they're experiencing through some VR interface for their own malicious purposes.

Wash sounds like he believes it, anyway. His eager rambling is almost familiar (though not from any interaction she'd ever had with Wash) and so optimistic that she can't help but start to feel a little hopeful too. "So...what do we do about it?"

It's not as though they can kill all the flowers.