ILEA We can’t just close every hub. Panic cascades.
MAYA Roo scrambles their field—I’ll find the emitter. Don’t let anyone get shoved into the flow. superheroine central
Maya threads through the crowd, senses tuned. She spots it: a street vendor’s cart with a disguised emitter—an innocuous column with seams that bloom with circuitry when proximity sensors trigger. A pair of kids hover nearby, mesmerized by a puppet show projected from the column’s top. ILEA We can’t just close every hub
MAYA We’re here.