[ Tourmaline ]
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"Oh!" The gem's false hand erupts with a sputtering sound like a water-doused device -- Tourmaline's face is incandescent, the first displayed emotion of the exchange. Her brows knit and she appears to mutter something unsavory to herself. Her acquaintance might catch "antiquated" under her breath before Tourmaline turns back, salvaging an extremely exaggerated look of satisfaction.
"Delightful! I commenced a scan on the unidentified structure and it came back 'safe!' The wonders of technology, where would we be without them!?"
She laughed -- she laughed in the cadence of a human infant, with the pitch of the high-class, not that they mattered anymore. "There is a certain significance to this building -- do you feel it too, mystery Quartz? Without any determinable risk, I believe our next course of action should be... entering!"