Studio lights warmed Ashley's face while a technician clipped the microphone beneath her collar and smoothed its cable flat.
The host read his opening from the prompter with the bright confidence of a man selling tickets.
"Tonight, the woman who walks between worlds beside Hajin himself, the only person on Earth with a door—"
"I don't, actually," Ashley cut in, lifting one hand before the camera finished its push.
"I moderate a broadcast, I can't take guests into another world, and nobody in that world takes me anywhere either."
He blinked twice, then laughed and waved the prompter operator to a stop behind the lens.
"Okay, then what are you bringing us?"
She slid her tablet across the desk toward the host, "Better evidence than access, public frames anybody watching can check against the same recording."
