Dali followed, closing the top above them. A panel of old gears and levers lit up in front of her. They were dusty and covered in cobwebs, but it seemed almost like the automobiles in Icarus.
She seemed confused. "Um.. Okay.. I mean, there's a reason I never drove, but I'm sure I can figure this out."
In the light of the chamber, she would be able to see that Dali was in bad shape. He had scratches all over his chest plate and one eye had been smashed. His left arm hung loosely at his side and he limped forward, sitting at the helm.
