She walked into Rora AI dressed in all black.
The long dress moved with her—flowing, cinched at the waist with a belt, the sleeves reaching her wrists. Black boots. A sombrero hat sitting low over dark sunglasses, a black rosary at her throat. It was fashionable in the specific way that things were fashionable when they hadn't been assembled for fashion—put together with intention, but not the intention of being admired.
She felt the floor change when she walked through the main entrance. Not dramatically—just the particular shift in ambient energy that occurred when a room full of people registered something unexpected. Heads came up from screens. Conversations paused mid-sentence. She heard it before she saw it: the quiet, spreading ripple of a building recalibrating itself around something it hadn't prepared for.
She kept walking.
