[Oren's cool with it man, it's why he doesn't snip at Claude like he does Gus.

As she follows Gus, Iona's head is moving back and forth, eyes darting in every possible human direction as she tries to make sense of the machinery behind the theater. The hard metal gleam was beautiful in all of it's precise and electrical glory. She steps gingerly on the floor, but still keeps a quick pace, helped along by Gus pulling her in.]

There's so much to look at...! I can't believe how efficiently everyone works because the show was so beautiful, but the effects were complicated too...

[She pauses glancing upwards every so often as if trying to catch a glimpse of something hidden. There's nothing... Oh well...]

So what exactly are you showing me Gus?