“I don’t think so.” Lucky kept her voice down—which was somehow possible thanks to the air shield. There was none of the constant roar that she’d experienced on the Speed of Thought’s deck, even when they were stationary. They certainly weren’t stationary now. “It’s magic. There’s something big and powerful in the center of the ship, in the room they won’t let us look at. I bet it’s some kind of levitation spell.”