Double doors slid aside to reveal an expansive, steel room like something straight out of a storybook. Steam rose from vents on the ground in bursts, dissipating as they rose toward the vaulted metal ceiling. Dead ahead, Zoey would spy a large, silver-and-bronze machine that seemed to be the source of the steam. It had multiple valves, pipes, and instruments on it that caused it to pump and spurt steam from all sorts of exhaust pipes. Up above it was a black ladder which led toward a hatch on the ceiling, far above.
The machine, however, seemed too hot to just climb up onto it.
Besides, someone sat on the ground between Zoey and the machine. He didn't seem to be all too surprised to see the young girl barge right in. His knuckles were casually holding up his head as he cast a bored gaze towards her behind tinted sunglasses. His thin eyebrows twitched beyond his caramel skin. His chest was bare and muscular, and only a simple baby blue vest covered his torso, cut off at the sleeves. His straight-legged jeans conformed to the slight curves of his thighs, though there wasn't all that much meat on his bones to begin with.
He casually flipped his hand in a wave towards her, the gold-plated watch jingling merrily on his thin wrist as he did so. It slid down his forearm a bit. He placed his hands on his knees and slowly rose to his feet with an old man sigh.
"It's about time you showed up." the man, Ethan, announced. He ran his gangly fingers through his coarse, thick hair.
"Shall we begin, little bird?"