Lirael stood at the front of the line, allowing the others to take her in.
Twelve containment specialists, three erasure class constructs waiting impassive at the back of the line like sculptures. The specialists were all already suited up, already quiet, already assessing her like a professional does when a professional has just failed and been given a second chance regardless. Lirael didn't bother pretending she wasn't aware that they had considered her failure.
"You all know why you're here." She said finally. "If you don't, then you're in the wrong room."
No one said anything, so she gestured, and a pale set of markings and lines appeared in the space between them.
