Maya's apartment was meticulously organized—a necessity for both her work and her perception of the world. As James entered with Echo, he immediately noticed the difference in acoustics from the Bureau's offices. The space was designed to minimize ambient noise, with sound-absorbing panels strategically placed throughout.
"The couch is directly ahead, twelve feet," Maya signed, then remembered to speak aloud. James nodded, allowing Echo to guide him to the seating area.
"You've created quite the acoustic sanctuary," he remarked, sliding his hand along the textured fabric of the couch before sitting. "Almost no reverberation at all."
Maya placed her equipment case on the coffee table. "I need the clarity for my work," she replied, her voice measured and precise from years of speech thera
