Vanessa was watching the others use the machinery, watching as they one by one came and went. It was nothing that she knew and the farthest from what she's ever seen before.

"What invention is this? A contraption for physical well-being?"

A torture device, probably not, and she could surmise that Victor would enjoy such a room as this. She hadn't meant to blurt it out without having introduced herself first, but she was curious as to the function of the equipment. Vanessa's head cants to the side, eyes jumping from button to pedal and back again.

"I apologize for the intrusion. I'm Vanessa Ives."

She looked out of place with the billowing skirts she's opted to wear over that of the ship's uniform.