Emily blinked, taken aback. "He's been... what?"
"Sending me sixteen page breakdowns of your talent profiles every three days," Vane said, waving a hand dismissively as a hovering scanner rig glided over to hover above Emily's head.
"Stand still. Don't touch the laser lines."
Blue light washed over Emily, measuring her skeletal structure, muscle density, weight distribution, and her power on Arc scale on real time."
Emily's eyes widened in recognition.
"Isn't this..."
"You're exactly right, Miss Whizen," Sebastian smiled.
"Master Merlin's Chronotech...Master Vane here is a close associate of his..."
"He sent me your atmospheric disturbance metrics, your lightning discharge frequencies, and your spatial perception reaction times," Vane continued, reading the data streams scrolling across her floating tablet.
"He insists you need maximum mobility, zero thermal resistance, and a fabric that doesn't fray when you channel static electricity."
