The waiting room was too quiet, but it didn't stop rendering other stuff around him.
Neville stood in the middle of the chrome-tiled floor with his mecha looming behind him. He had one hand on his hip and the other scratching the back of his neck.
He turned a slow circle.
The waiting room this time rendered a black floor with a faint hexagonal grid that pulsed teal every few seconds.
There were walls of brushed steel and one panoramic window on the far side that showed a fake skybox of asteroid debris drifting against a fake purple nebula.
Neville had thought the skybox was kind of pretty. But right now, he couldn't fully appreciate it.
"—Miss Lilianna?" he called, walking around.
The acoustics in here were weird, but either way, he still tried to call out.
"Hey, where did you go? Don't tell me you rage-quit because I clipped your wing. That was a fair shot."
There's still nothing.
Neville scratched harder at the back of his neck.
