That is...a disappointment. Many of the tiny human things notice her, and rightfully so, though perhaps it would serve her interest to operate in a quiet capacity until she may muster her full strength to penetrate the Rift's barrier again. She intends to flee this place as soon as her abilities allow, however much the principality may insist it is not possible.

Illyria halts within the room and studies it. It is tiny, polished, and bright, and almost completely featureless save for the depressible circles on one side. The Wolf and Ram and Hart quarters had many rooms like this. Elevators.

"It is small." She does not mask her distaste. "And mobile. I do not approve."