[ It says something about what Maine is accustomed to that he doesn't leap back or gasp in surprise. He raises his eyebrows and looks the transparent wall up and down. Reaches out when Angela gives him permission, laying his palm flat upon it. It feels solid. Like there's an actual wall where there was nothing before.
He gives it a little push; it holds. Knocks the back of his fist against it like he's rapping firmly on a door; it still holds. ]
Nice.
[ His tone says far more than the word. He sounds impressed. ]
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He gives it a little push; it holds. Knocks the back of his fist against it like he's rapping firmly on a door; it still holds. ]
Nice.
[ His tone says far more than the word. He sounds impressed. ]
How strong is it?