"Yes, yes, precisely like that!" She looked girlish in her enthusiasm, as if she might clap were her arm not hooked 'round his; and by that grip, she tugged him delicately along. She gave his bicep an affectionate squeeze when he mentioned prying into her world. "It's nearly as close as I come to seeing something like it again; my heart would be hammering if it could."

She grinned, wildly, shouldered open one of the cracked glass doors. The lights were all on and working, but the usual hubbub of the Station was far quieter about them. "Freedom, I think. Most movies feature... war, grand acts of violence, like any good story. In some cases I'm sure the places they feature simply don't exist anymore or never had, and in others one might see castles or cities truly burning... The scale is often very grand. I doubt current residents would appreciate such mess without compensation; I imagine the cost far less just to make what one needs rather than rental, damages, other fees and so on. The other factor is... a movie-wright's imagination, I suppose, as it's no less an art-craft."