Icene could still feel the eyes watching, and the room was getting steadily colder. Already there was a rime of frost on the machines that were not in use, and every breath produced a plume of steam. She was watching the machines whirling in front of her, all four of them seeming to be fine.
With a sigh she stood up, moving across the room, and then suddenly half way there dropping into a crouch and spinning round. She didn't see anything, but the sensation of being watched was stronger.