Quinlan smiled at him, then continued down the ramp.
Brannoc watched him go, waiting for the bastard to turn around and give him a proper answer. His departing host seemed quite content to leave him with that one.
'Truly the most unfunny motherfucker I've ever met.'
He turned toward the others, ready to find someone who shared his opinion.
Beyond the open hull, a few elves were still wiping their eyes as they gathered themselves to return to work. One pressed her hand to her heart while watching Quinlan disappear between the assembly beds, her smile full of devotion.
Brokk had already bent over the drawing again.
"We'll want more room here," she told Kaelira, tapping the chalk outline. "If they have to replace that beam, they need to be able to get at it."
The elf leaned closer to examine the space she'd indicated. A pleased little smile lingered on her face, but she looked entirely comfortable with the answer her husband had given.
Brannoc glanced between them.
