The luminous figure hovered at the heart of the dimensional tear, her presence transforming the laboratory's mundane air into something charged with cosmic significance. With graceful, deliberate movements, she turned her attention from David to the unstable reality fractures that still radiated outward from the breached containment field. Her featureless face tilted slightly, as if studying a puzzle of particular interest.
Then she raised her hands—fingers elongating into impossible geometry, stretching beyond normal proportions as they reached toward the dimensional leaks. Reality bent around her touch, the principles of space-time manipulated with the casual ease of a master artisan handling their most familiar medium. Where David's experimental approach had been built on calculated theories and desperate need, her methods displayed the confident precision of innate understanding.
