Tony's chair is simply too expensive to squeak, but comes close as he nudges it backwards to roll a foot or so away as Gela leaps way way too high, hangs, drifts back down as if on a wire. He is

surprised, but not freaked out, eyebrows up and arced as he watches her descent with impressed silence.

"Cool," he says, a second after her feet have touched terra firma, now nudging his chair around to cruise him towards a work countertop. There, he picks up a tablet, colours and shapes immediately twinkling over clear glass in response. "Are you concentrating on rate of descent or is it doing that on its own?"