With the lights off, I had felt threatened by shadows, besieged by the primal fear of being unable to spot a lurking predator. When Lucy turned them on, I had hoped the brightness would make me feel better. Instead, I simply felt exposed and vulnerable—but I guess that’s to be expected when you’re being stalked around an alien derelict by carnivorous monsters. You’re not going to feel comfortable until you’re out of there, whatever the lighting situation.
