That was not a good sign, and her claws were out in worry at the worst possibilities.
Luna refused to allow herself to panic, however. His spirit was intact, and his Concept felt very healthy. He hadn’t failed Folded Reflections, that much was certain, so she had a chance at fixing whatever was wrong.
Looking to Liz, who seemed to be at least mostly conscious, she was about to ask when her [AI] received an update from the girl. At the speeds Luna was processing, that was faster than her speaking. It was a good sign too, as it showed she remembered their exit procedures.
The message was thankfully short and to the point. “Final floor, Mind Over Matter.”
She passed the information on to the waiting horde of watchers faster than she could even allow herself to properly appreciate a double
