With the dark there came an odd and familiar enveloping sensation, like arms around her, briefly, before it slipped off of her like a blanket. Even then it didn’t feel entirely gone. Along with Tillie, Quinn could feel another presence there, separate from them, and from the unplacable [i]pressure[/i] exuded from the pulsing walls. And, as always, it brought with it a certain [color=black]comfort[/color]. 

Tillie walked with all the sure-footedness of a newborn faun, immediately folding in on herself to stave off the cold. Of course, even in the cockpit’s frigid heart, she didn’t seem the least bit deflated. As Quinn checked the seat, she made her way to the soft edges. They held no brace, but there were, driven into the flesh, the dim, blinking lights of a measuring array. Tiny nodes set up all around, aimed inward towards the seat. Tillie guessed it was another way of monitoring the Circuit’s regenerative progress. 

Tentatively she reached out, probed the brain matter with a single finger. Soft, damp but not wet, though she felt a slight suction the instant her skin made contact with it and she jerked back. A cold-addled giggle broke the dark and quiet. 

“[color=f26522]T-t-t-this i-is-s…[i]s-so[/i] cool![/color]” she said through chattering teeth, punctuated with a squeal. She came over to join Quinn at the seat, marveling in the narrow but piercing light of the phone. “[color=f26522]A-a-and y-you just….s-sit here! I-in this! I-in the c-c-cold! Uhm! The suits m-must be s-s-so warm![/color]”

She ran a hand down the chair, careful not to touch the inputs, though she did lean in close to examine them. “[color=f26522]I n-n-never tho-o-ought about how yo-you’re p-plugged into this. I-is it c-c-comfort-t-table? D-d-do you get…l-like…uhm! C-c-cramps?[/color]”