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The workshop sat just far enough from the main flow of Sundari's traffic that the city felt distant rather than absent. The sounds that did reach it came softened by passing engines, the occasional low rumble overhead, but nothing that pressed in. It was a place meant to work, to think, to breathe. Aselia stepped inside, the door sliding shut quietly behind her before she crossed the space with intention. She didn't stop at the center. Instead, she continued straight toward the far wall where a set of larger hangar doors were set into the structure.
Her hand found the control panel and pressed it without looking.
The doors responded with a low mechanical groan, splitting apart and sliding open to reveal the open stretch beyond enough space for a speeder to come through cleanly. Light spilled in across the floor, cutting through the dim interior in long, sharp lines. Aselia stepped back to the side, one hand resting lightly against the frame as she looked out toward Adelle. She stayed there while she guided the swoop inside, giving her the space to maneuver. Her gaze tracked the movement, following the line of the bike as it crossed the threshold and settled into the cleared section of floor.
Once it was in, Aselia reached back to the panel and hit the control; the doors slowly slid shut again, sealing the workshop off from the outside world. The light dimmed back to its steady, controlled glow, and the quiet returned just as quickly. Just the low hum of the workshop and the two of them inside it.
Aselia moved back toward the center of the space, passing her BARC as she went. It sat a few panels open where she'd been tuning it earlier, tools resting nearby. She brushed her hand along the handlebars as she passed, a brief, absent motion, before her attention shifted fully to the swoop.
"Looks good," she said. She stepped closer, one hand settling lightly along the frame, more familiar than clinical, like she was getting a feel for it rather than inspecting it. There was a faint hint of amusement in her voice when she spoke again.
"You got it here faster than I expected."
Her gaze lifted briefly to Adelle, holding there for a second before drifting back to the bike. It seemed like she might say something technical, something precise, but she didn't. Instead, she leaned lightly back against the nearby workbench, arms folding loosely. The quiet stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Aselia exhaled slowly, her posture more relaxed than it had been outside, her attention drifting between the swoop and Adelle without urgency.
"You picked a good time to do this, I'm just tuning the BARC now so I can give you my undivided attention," she said after a moment, though the faint shift in her tone suggested she wasn't just talking about the bike. Her eyes settled on Adelle again, lingering just a second longer this time before she looked away, letting the moment breathe instead of forcing it forward. "Not that you need my help with the swoop.."
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Adelle Bastiel