Madelyne rises off of the ground a few feet as she lowers the machinery to the position it is supposed to be in on the higher level. As she, carefully, releases it where it is supposed to reside, there is a soft creaking sound of the metal. It is just the sound of settling into position, though it might be anxiety creating. Turning in the air, the redhead has given in to closing her eyes, hands open wide in front of her.