[The gut-check answer is no, because she's not alone out here. She's already cut her hand up from hitting a mirror, she knows that...

She also can't put down her gun.

Swallowing thickly, Allison shuts her eyes. She nods, then shakes her head, lips moving slightly, forming words that are just barely audible.]

Thread the needle...thread the needle, I...got to thread the needle...

[She finally opens her eyes. She doesn't look any steadier, but there's another click as she safely brings the hammer back down on her gun, then shifts to tuck it into the back of her jeans. It's less dangerous if it's not in her hand...]

I can try. I don't...I don't know, but I can try. Just...don't let Scott come out--

[Her head whips to the side again, a sharp gasp tearing loose from her throat. She knows she heard something that time...that wasn't a reflection in the corner of her eye, there's someone there...]

Can you...keep talking to me? [She hates herself for how small and scared she sounds, but she knows Jack's voice. If he's talking to her on comms, he's not out in the corridor. He's in the infirmary, with Scott, and she can hang onto that. Whatever else she hears or sees, she can know that's real to get her through the maze of mirrors.]