The passage of the visitor went unnoticed to most Solaris hurrying through the alleyways of their subterranean home. A few may have briefly seen the faint glint of gold and a pair of glowing orbs watching from a shadowy corner, but as soon as one took notice they winked out; easily dismissed as a hallucination brought on by faulty optics or mainlining stims for too long.
The truth was, as is oft the case, far stranger.
To the figure the sights and sounds of the back-alleys were muted, distant, echoes from realspace to the parallel emptiness she stalked through. Many Tenno could dip briefly into the Void-shadow of reality, but to drink deep of its waters and descend beneath its surface for a lengthy sojourn required one to follow a particular path; the path of Zenurik. For her it was a path well trod, and well worth the effort to traverse when discretion was key.
She slowed as she approached an intersection of walkways, sidling up to the railing and peering over the edge. Nestled between a block of apartments and the rocky cavern wall was a maintenance access door, poorly lit and easily forgotten; a perfect place for those who want to conduct their business unobserved. In one practiced movement she vaulted over the guardrail, willing herself to a gradual stop before touching the ground. She took a deep shuddering breath, letting real air fill her rapidly re-materialising lungs as she breached the skein between dimensions. Where there was once no-one stood a tall, willowy young woman, wrapped in dark finery that contrasted sharply with her silver hair. Between her pale blue-tinged pallor, blank ocular implants and golden cybernetic pins, she looked like could have walked straight out of the history books along with the rest of the Vallis' resurrected fauna.
Taking a moment to compose herself (and surreptitiously check the load on the ornate revolver at her hip), she strode toward the door, rapping out a short musical sequence with a gloved fist.
