Okay that was nothing like what she expected as numbers began to pile up as she looked around. She blinked, once, twice, three times, but nothing was changing. There wasn't much for either to see as well, considering there was no one close by for Lash to analyze. Still...

"Well now I feel like a robot, even if that is neat." she said. "But why do walls have levels?" She looked over the building she had been sleeping on. 'Trashed Modern House Cia 1983, Earth 254. Level 12'