You still can't give her commands, but with the way she's getting tossed around, it doesn't take long before Ajact's hand gets knocked into her face by one of the multitudinous formless forms jostling for space. This time--perhaps to keep her arm from immediately whacking into something else, or perhaps simply to express her pain--she sinks her fangs in through chitin they shouldn't be able to pierce.
Her blood sparkles with the memory of true space, and Ajact remembers something too.