The room, then. It is part study, part boardroom: solemn either way. A backdrop of charts, of vectors making measured progress across terrain unknown, ambiguous in what they are. Terrain shifts, troop movements, or merely shapes that signify nothing. But the maps give an impression of scale, give context to the woman who sits surrounded by them. Not diminished despite their size, rather the opposite—these are her accoutrements, and she is master of what she has chosen to display. All that falls within her line of sight becomes hers.
