The SlipGate bubble brought them to a room with bare walls of some bluish duroplastic. Jena saw no furniture of any kind. Not even a control console. She would have to use her multi-tool to get back to the Scrappy.
What struck her was the smell. Or rather, the lack thereof. She would have expected a place like this to be musty, but the air was fresh. As if it had been circulated regularly.
A soft, whirring sound started up the instant the bubble popped. Blue lasers swept over her and Larani, making several passes before they went dark. “DNA scan complete,” a female voice said through a speaker on the wall. “Identity verified. Who is your guest, my lady?
Larani mouthed the words, “My lady?”
Leaning in close, Jena watched the speaker out of the corner of her eye. “It thinks I’m Isara,” s
