“Something up there. Okay.” Luka repeats, trying to stay as calm as he can despite everything about this environment feeling wrong. “Okay... can you tell what it is? Can you reach it?”

Gyre’s alarm is doing nothing to quell his own unease. Luka continues to feel for anything he can, and eventually an errant foot kicks off the rounded wall giving Luka a very slight sense for what his surroundings might be.

“This is nothing like any bridge I’ve heard about.” He stresses. “There should be windows, or panels or seats. How could anyone pilot from here?!”