Good God, she's beautiful. She still doesn't seem to talk, but instead peers up at you benevolently, positively radiating positivity. In this moment you know without a doubt that she loves you, and has always loved you, and will always love you. All your fears and anxieties about being pursued by murderous hellmonsters and robots melt away, and you feel that no matter what happens, it's probably going to turn out alright in the end.