Holograms?

Holograms! Absolutely no minds there, but otherwise they do look pretty lifelike. Maybe a bit desaturated.

Well, that'll be useful for Emily, anyway. 

Back to the elevator! "I'm gonna see if I can show you the labs. At least some of them."

"Oooooh?"

"It's mostly a bunch of rooms where people have stuff to test their powers with, and tinker stuff... Might not be able to show you that one, property rights..."

"Does it change anything if my magnetoperception could pick up most of it anyway?"

"...maybe, actually. Hmm. I should ask."

"Of course I have no idea how much of this stuff is magnetically responsive."

"All of my stuff is," he says wryly. "I think Armsmaster's is, too." Ding, elevator, and now a loooong corridor with lots of doors. "I'll see if Doctor Ferraz is here, she'll know it."

"Okay!"

He goes to the second door on the left and knocks thrice. "Doctor Ferraz?"

"Come in!" says a voice, and he opens the door and walks in. It's an office mostly reminiscent of a chemistry college professor's, with bookshelves and formulae written on the whiteboard. Doctor Ferraz is an elderly lady with greying blond hair and glasses that make her eyes look huge. She looks up at them and beams. "Hello! How can I help? I haven't met you, have I?"

"I assume not, since we haven't met you."

"Well, I'm Doctor Ferraz. How can I help you?"

"I'm showing them around, they're from another universe and might join up, we wanted to see some labs," Jake explains in one breath.

"I do magnetism, and that includes magnetoperception."

"Hmm. I suppose the labs with metal are a given, then. Don't show them the other ones, though." Pause. "You can show them the power testing labs."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Those sound fun."

"Try not to break anything," Ferraz says, rolling her eyes fondly.

"Yes, ma'am! I mean no ma'am! I mean I won't break anything ma'am!"

"Go," she says, making a shooing motion.

Out goes Jake. "Okay, so I guess I'll show you my lab first, it has the most magnet stuff."

"Eeeeeeeee!"

She should be able to detect it from a distance—fourth door on the left from the office—and once they get there it's a veritable mess: pieces of machines with unclear purposes scattered over the floor; various desks with guns and tools and machines at various states of assembly and disrepair; three cupboards filled with different tools each; two metal suits hanging from the wall; the works.

"...you know, in retrospect maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring you guys here," he says, slightly bashfully.

"Aside from the weaponry ratios it's not that different from Hank's lab back home."

He furrows his eyebrows. "Is his weapons ratio higher or lower than mine?"

"Much lower."

"Oh. I probably wouldn't do so many weapons if I weren't here, but the Protectorate kinda often needs them."

"I guess that makes sense...if you specialize like that you probably can't come up with as much cool stuff tailored to your teammates' powers as Hank does..."