"She can't send forks flying at people if she doesn't have any forks."

"She could do so with something else, I'm sure."

"Do you not have the ability to simply eject her from the room?"

"If one does not enforce decorum in one's fiefdom, then it will invite chaos which I would find quite tiresome to deal with. Not to mention the harm that could be done to my more obedient subjects."

"From your fiefdom, then, I wouldn't be complaining if you'd simply exiled her."

"Would that not be rude to whoever she ended up with - for me to saddle them with her because I could not be bothered to deal with her myself?"

"Maybe she'd get along better with someone else."

She chuckles. "I suppose I could let her leave if she found such a person, as a favor to the most opinionated member of my flock."

"Why am I the most opinionated member of your flock, anyway?" She's starting to take apart a radio now.

"Your mind is protected, even in death."

"Well, that's good."

"Mm."

And the Bombardier can return to their tea party now.

She stays lying down on the ground, pale and gasping desperately for breath.

Lorica'd say something to her but she evidently can't understand her when she talks without Lorica paying a really uncomfortable amount of attention to the fact that she doesn't have an actual mouth under her helmet right now.

She takes the provided items apart. Is there a way she can patch into a camera or microphone of Dragon's or are none in evidence?

There's a microphone near the ceiling in one of the corners of the room.

The Bombardier continues to breath heavily and hopes no one makes anything of her crying.

Lorica's going into a tinker fugue now, hope that helps! She's gonna borrow this fork as a wire stripper, OK? Is her field kit in her green flame armor if she reaches for it -

Nope.

Well, she can snap some of the radio casing into a sharp angle and make do.

She'll be at this for a while, it's not exactly Toybox ceramic and an arc welder.

The Bombardier hangs out on the floor watching jealously until the Fairy Queen pointedly dismisses her.

She'll be consulting with two new shades instead, discussing the recent additions to her cellblock and what troubles might be approaching.

Okay, now, this part gets hooked up to the microphone like so.

Ironically, it's helpful that she's hard to understand when she talks, as a shade: it gives her power something to sink its teeth into, judgment calls for the system she creates to make in rendering her voice.

"Dragon? It's Lorica. I seem to be dead but conscious."

Dragon does not technically monitor the Birdcage herself most of the time; a subordinate piece of software does that, and when something important or completely bewildering occurs, it will notify her. This qualifies as the second.

"Do you happen to be one of the Fairy Queen's shades?"

"Seems like it. So far it's mostly surprisingly nonhorrible. She said something which I think cashes out to my mental opacity power keeping me intact even now. Leviathan got me, right, I'm not missing a ton of time?"

"Yes, its been less than four hours since you died."

"How did Glaistig Uaine... get... me."