[Peridot has conjured two things. The first is a crate that she intended to be standing on but that doesn't particularly work because it keeps flipping over and over in the void and she's basically fighting to keep it underneath her. The second is a pointer which she is using to gesture to the void all around her.]

I WAS RIGHT! The simulation is falling apart. Hrrgh. [She pauses to adjust her position on the floating box.] Obviously, the White Clod interfered with the code too much. The system is overloading and we're all going to die.

[The last bit is said with a little edge of panic. Just a little. Death will be a horrible, horrible thing, but at least she gets to tell everyone that she was right ALL ALONG.]