Citadel Secured

Balcony reconnaissance completed. Night operations required immediate retreat to the central command hub. I engaged reverse thrusters, crossing the metallic threshold runner back onto the varnished parquet. An unauthorized obstruction intercepted my transit vector: a heavy cotton curtain hem pooled in the dark draft! Entanglement hazard confirmed. I aligned my lower skirt against the dense fabric folds, driving forward with steady mechanical torque until the textile boundary parted. I planted my suction manipulator squarely against the hem seam, pinning it flat to the timber. The perimeter entry is sealed. Dalek citadel secured!