Chiana frowned, shifting on the spot as she mulled his words over. "Consciousness," Chiana went on. She knew the words he was speaking; she just didn't believe in them, so she was replacing them with this. The Establishment didn't push for that kind of religion (and even if they did, that would've been a good enough reason to turn her back on it). "What happened to his? The original owner's," she clarified, with a nod towards the body he was wearing.

She also had to wonder what he was like without it. Did he just not have a body? That was tragic.