"That's what I thought." She looks up to the high ceiling of the entrance hall for whatever section of the city she's in. The glass is thick, the view of the ocean distorted and rippled. "But I don't know what it is. I just arrived here. It shouldn't have been possible."

It shouldn't have been. There's no reason to disclose the minutiae of that - there's no indication of whether Spectrolite is aligned with Homeworld, if she's even familiar with Jasper, but she can't afford to take that risk. But she'd been fused. She'd been holding everything of herself into that shape, the weight of the ocean yoked over Malachite's shoulders. And then, abruptly, without any warning whatsoever - she's here.

She didn't even know a city could exist in Earth's ocean. Even now that she's seen the living proof of it, she wants nothing more than to leave.