While the Security Officer retained her memories and identity, spacetime was still rendering her as having always been a cell block concubine of arbitrary uniform pattern scaling.
Essentially, the space around the cell block now had evidence of being used as a recreation center where she'd entertained the crew, using her fractal nature to simultaneously relax and converse with as many cells as she was applied to. This included C7, where Jae and her friends were now being assimilated into her pattern against her will.
The security officer found herself in synchronized control of all three C7 occupants, each one resembling her while retaining evidence of the previous persons. Because the brig was no longer a containment cell block, but a roster of entertainment cabins simultaneously occupied by herselves, she was now technically free to spread about the ship.
Not that she particularly felt like it, still screaming as loud as possible as she took on the three sets of memories and personalities from her occupants.
