Priyah means, in some contexts, "palatable."

"Say, Yes, Zoë was involved in some way in the tragedy. She was a troubled girl. She got mixed up with the wrong people..." Cyrus helps: "...No one has to worry about their kids doing what Zoë did, say that a million times. She wasn't a normal kid..."

To their credit there is not a person in the room that doesn't immediately notice how fucking gross it just got in there.

Priyah looks away, and Cyrus tries to apologize using only his strangled eyes as Daniel says quietly that in fact Zoë was a normal kid -- to which Cyrus weakly tries to append how he just meant she was in the STO, like that helps -- and over Priyah's protests that he's booked for tomorrow, tosses down his napkins and invites them to leave. "I will not go and drag my daughter's memory into the publicity machine. No matter what my wife said, no matter what's true, I'm not going on television to say that my daughter was a terrorist. Or troubled." That word again, true. It's not even true, that's what's so sad. They're beating themselves black and blue over nothing at all. She only wanted to bring light to the Twelve Worlds. Young and silly and annoying, yes. But not troubled. Or no more troubled than every single one of the rest of us. She was just the only one who could see it, and that was her tragedy. And it was a gift.

"She was my girl," Daniel says quietly, and they clear out.

In the v-club, of course, everybody looks awesome and ridiculous. One guy rolling on E touches Tamara, and she stares around at all the weird dancing and architecture and club creatures. Holobands are still for rich kids, she wouldn't even know about this. Zoë pulls her away, and Lacy explains where they are. "There are doors to everything," Zoë says, nearly incomprehensible just like her father: "All shared code shows up as a doorway. Some rooms have a million doors, it doesn't have to make physical sense." All of which is rational, but not the answer to the question. Tammy just needs to get outside, to breathe for a second. Tamara's like MacDuff, like, all the stuff Zoë put our girl through was to help her work out life and make her strong and perfect, but Tammy was just born, without all of that. Saw her dad, flipped out, was left all alone for a digital month.

Zoë sweetly offers to come with her, make sure she's okay, but Lacy snatches her away and yells about how they have no idea how long Zoë's even going to be virtually available. Zoë gets all messianic about how she's not just leaving Random Tamara to her own devices, and Lacy yells, and finally Tamara tells them both to fucking eat it, she'll find her own way home. She's grateful for Zoë's kindness, but still really shaken and confused by everything, as she wanders off. (Where is she going? What's outside the Matrix besides more Matrix? She can't actually leave, can she? What if she ends up in a microwave oven -- almost said "toaster" there, heh -- or Serge or something? Hold onto her, she's going to be important in a second!)