Apparently there were listeners in the room, for a second chair formed out of the white, featureless floor. It was hard to tell if it had even materialized in the first place, as the shadowless lighting in the room gave no clue to its presence except for a faint grey outline at the base of the stool. The room itself, unfortunately, was small enough that the addition of another stool already somewhat cramped things.
Syl obediently dressed himself, and plopped down on the chair that had risen for him. He kicked his legs back and forth and looked at her with a measure of expectation.