"Easily done. I can chart at least ten different ways to this location." And soon she won't have to pause to analyze the map in her mind. At least she had already learned how to push its presence from the front of her thoughts when she wasn't making use of it.

There was still a few more minutes left on the diagnostics, so Amélie set it down on the back of the couch and proceeded to make herself a bit more comfortable by drawing the elastic from her hair so she could run her fingers through the long dark locks and massage her scalp. A brush would be nice, but she was dissatisfied with basic one that had been provided to her in her quarters. Eventually, she was going to need to buy proper beauty supplies.

"Precious little," Amélie corrected Sombra's assessment. She wasn't clueless. "Save for Sombra's saccharine facade to hide her wickedness and the interdimentional crisis this place is facing. What part are we playing, mon capitaine?"