"This looks..."
Malik had lost his words for seven and a half seconds, eyes constantly taking in the structure of the room. For a second there, he looked inspired. Like deployable rooms were something he'd spent the last few years studying and had finally seen how one worked in real life.
"...beautiful."
Frankly, it did. Dangerously beautiful at that. It almost seemed like a direct replica from trap rooms I'd seen in action movies. Small projectile guns mounted in recessed slots. A bunch of armoured dummies with spit gun tubes in their mouths — although something told me those things didn't shoot just spit balls.
The floor had separated into puzzle segments that probably did something unpleasant if you stood on the wrong one. And the smell, cold metal and fresh lubricant, the specific combination of something that had been packed away for a while and was very pleased to be out again.
