One-Eye had said the door, and the room beyond, was from a Marines drop ship, the sort Alice had used on Mars. Red didn’t know if that was true, but its construction technology was way beyond his comprehension. The walls had the solidity of metal, but were a thick glossy resin over some type of plastic honeycomb. There were no seams, just beams that grew outward and ran across the ceiling like ribs. Emergency lighting came from everywhere and nowhere, and sounds were muffled by the curved walls. The space was full of water, but not the foul, oily residue he knew from Brooklyn; it was clear, his boots visible as they sloshed over the tough rubber flooring.