Deadlight had never been here, and he stared down right along with her at the only active line. It was making compartments of some kind. There was already a massive stack of them in the far end, waiting to be carted off to storage. Nothing even remotely human-shaped was down there, just machines hard at work. It wasn’t as loud as one might expect at first glance—the compartment they walked in was insulated somewhat, so they could hold a conversation here without screaming.