Edda reached the lift landing first and refused to step inside without seeing Remy.
“He’s coming,” Sera said. “The responders have the sheet.”
The mobile worker kept one hand on the wall while she looked back toward the alcove. Her scraped hand had been dressed by the first responder. The corridor between her and Remy was narrow, with the first equipment housing on one side and fresh debris on the other.
Kellan drew the construct farther from that route. Its arm struck his shield with a hollow force that drove him toward the damaged support. He shifted his feet and led it away from the lift rather than meeting the next blow in place.
Eli watched the armored casing. The internal joint became visible when the construct turned, then disappeared as its plates closed. He remembered the fracture Sight had shown, but did not activate it again merely to confirm the same obstruction. The armor still prevented a direct strike.
“Open,” he called when the seam moved.
Kellan did not attack. Remy was still crossing the room.
The responders carried the sheet in small steps. Tessa walked beside Remy’s injured leg, watching for a change in pressure or bleeding. Sera used the physical landmarks she had marked as well as her mana reading: the first housing, the cracked tile, the edge of the landing.
