+3 have entered the hangar
Carol wandered through the warehouse, weaving her way through the aisles of shelves, stacked floor to ceiling with cardboard boxes. She scanned the labels as she went, looking for a specific one. Halfway through the warehouse, she spotted what she had come for and suppressed a triumphant whoop. The box was just out of her reach, her fingertips barely brushing the lowest edge. She glanced around to make sure no other customers were within sight and then pushed off of the ground, floating a few feet in the air. Sliding the box off of the shelf, she dropped back to the ground. Behind her, she heard someone shift their weight. Whipping around, she felt a blush creep across her face. "You didn't see that. That was a figment of your imagination," Carol said, pointing at the figure in front of her.