There are some subtle differences. All the entrances to the underground have appeared to have been integrated into the rest of the city, leaving no separation between omnic and human. Whatever tensions were still running back home, Lena had no interest in revisiting them here.

Eventually, Ana's darker colors paint a spot in her peripherals on the white landscape, and her attention is drawn. There's a moment's hesitation where she catches her balance and turns around to ping back to the ground a few feet away from her.

She thinks she might've seen this woman before -- at least the visor. Some sort of file they'd stored away that Winston had tried to show her once. No sense in dwelling too much on it -- if they were here, they weren't causing trouble as far as she could guess. And even if she wanted to, Lena was more than confident in her ability to distance herself before obtaining lasting damage.

"Sorry love, didn't see you there," she offers, dusting her hands free of the glitter that had shed from one of the ornaments she'd just hung.