Her face, no doubt, was priceless as she watched the woman begin to pilfer about Abigail’s things as if they were her own. A deep part of her wanted to shout at her like a child and demand for her to stop, but if it got her out of the way… “What’s that?” She lifted an eyebrow at the woman, clearly questioning. “Can’t say I’ve ever applied anything transcendental to an interior myself, though I’ve heard ‘bout some places in the cities that have it. Nothin’ we c’n afford down here, though.” Abigail could respect that the woman knew what she was doing, and possibly what she was talking about, but she couldn’t hold back a frown whenever she addressed ‘Idris’. “Like I said, it’s Abigail. Not Idris.”
She smiled slyly and turned back to Abigail with a completed component. “Would you like to learn? Hold this.” A device shaped like a byro was tossed her way. “Sonic probe; don’t drop it! It’s one-of-a-kind!” The woman opened the doors of the metal cupboard, stepped inside, and plugged the device into a central console. With a loud bang, the cramped cabinet space turned into an entire room, roughly the size of a flat. And remarkably, the cupboard retained it’s size on the outside. “Ha ha! How’s that for modern technology! Don’t just stand there gaping, Abigail, we only have sixty seconds!” There was no real need for both of them to leave, but a point had to be proven; time travel was, indeed, possible. “I do have a name, by the way. But I suppose it’s not a good idea to share it, time space continuum and all that. Call me Omega.”
She caught the little device as it was tossed to her, lifting it up in the air to examine it idly. Abigail glanced into the tiny cupboard without interest, more intrigued by the “sonic probe”, but her next upward glance almost had her doing as she’d been warned not to do and dropping it completely. Because quite suddenly there was a room in front of her, condensed to a tiny little cabinet, except that didn’t make any sense at all. “Wha’? How…? Sixty seconds for what?!” The woman stepped closer to the door, hesitating at the threshold. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Omega and a magic room. Capitol’s gonna be all over this nonsense.” She ran a hand over her face, frustrated. “Fuckin’ field day. And I’m not gettin’ in that thing until you tell me what’s goin’ on, sixty seconds or not.”
Fingers idly drummed on the centre console as Omega tried to phrase it in the best, least condescending manner: “I think you’re in need of an…educational experience? You know quite a bit about machines and electronics; I could show you more. Furthermore, I think my little accident attracted some unwanted attention and I’m repaying you by keeping you from being arrested.” She rested her chin in her hands and faked a slight pout. “I promise I’ll bring you back in time for bed?”
