Myla leaped from the thin beam onto a small platform beneath the wall. A human would be able to stretch their limbs out and shimmy up the wall, but that wasn't an option for Myla, not that Shepard would have let her get away with that in the first place.

　　She stretched as she eyed the pathway she'd take. "Hang on," she told me before she made her first leap. Instead of the firm wall I expected, the spot was padded. Myla sunk into the softness.

　　I was about to fall ...