The room has acquired some decorations since Margaret last saw it; enough paintings, embroidered art, and wire sculptures that Deskyl is on her way to running out of room for them all. Most of them in the main part of the room are abstract, in black and red and gold, evoking motion; a few are embroidered or painted poems, with pride of place going to a six-foot-tall mixed media embroidery of Invictus. The corner nearest the door is nearly empty in comparison, and the art there is entirely different, sketches, mostly in black and white but with the occasional splash of color, nearly photorealistic.
Deskyl herself is sitting at the desk when they come in, doing something with a length of wire and a pair of pliers; she spends a few seconds finishing what she's doing before looking up. Couldn't fix it?
"We think it needs to be recalibrated, is that all right?"
Yeah. She takes the rig and puts it on.