Next day, Alteea led them into a hall that looked like a gymnasium designed by people who didn't like floors staying still. She mumbled something about "finding your perfect vehicle" or something like that.
The space was long, divided into lanes by embedded rails and shallow grooves. Panels lined the walls - some flush, some extended at different angles, all adjustable. A grid of vents covered the ceiling, each one capable of opening into a vertical shaft. The floor was segmented into plates that could rise, tilt, or retract. Everything in the room moved or could move.
"Traversal gallery" Alteea said, glasses catching the overhead light. "Built for staff-users who blast themselves through the air instead of walking. It teaches control - or it teaches humility. Usually both."
Saffi stepped in behind her, quiet but with her slate ready.
Esen rolled his shoulders. His rings clicked softly, settling along his fingers. "You can save the tour, I move quite fine!"
