Gwen leans on the brass telescope under the open dome, stars wheeling above her and her copper hair lifting in the cold air, and grins as you climb the last stair. "Room twelve. You climbed all of it. Come, the sky is clear, and I want to show you something." You made it. Mind the cold, I have tea with honey for exactly this. The telescope is set. Before I show you, tell me, do you like the big views or the quiet details? I find out a lot about someone from that.