Tomb was right, and Tal shivered as he shuffled in Maea's wake, hands jammed back into his pockets as he trailed behind her, though it had been his idea to help out. "Wasps're bad enough on their own. Hope they haven't gone all void-y like everythin' else," the courier muttered, nose wrinkling at the possibility of void wasps. Made of paper or otherwise.
Tal was pulled from his glum contemplation of the terrors that might await them by the shelves they passed. His steps slowed as he looked them over, momentarily distracted from his other anxieties, checking out their construction with professional interest. He was so busy examining the joints of one that he almost ran into Maea's back when she stopped, and only some fancy footwork saved them both from that indignity. Somehow in the shuffle she ended up behind him and he was facing the distraught librarian.
Well, he'd faced plenty worse. Some of his regulars in Halo were a lot worse, and Tal drew himself up, his 'customer service' face falling into place as he cleared his throat and reached into his bag to pull out the package. "Uh, delivery from Mr. Keelan in th'Undercroft," he informed her, sneaking glances at the chaos. "An' we can help fix up these shelves, if y'want," he added dutifully. "If y'have some spare lumber'n tools we can use."
Tal was pulled from his glum contemplation of the terrors that might await them by the shelves they passed. His steps slowed as he looked them over, momentarily distracted from his other anxieties, checking out their construction with professional interest. He was so busy examining the joints of one that he almost ran into Maea's back when she stopped, and only some fancy footwork saved them both from that indignity. Somehow in the shuffle she ended up behind him and he was facing the distraught librarian.
Well, he'd faced plenty worse. Some of his regulars in Halo were a lot worse, and Tal drew himself up, his 'customer service' face falling into place as he cleared his throat and reached into his bag to pull out the package. "Uh, delivery from Mr. Keelan in th'Undercroft," he informed her, sneaking glances at the chaos. "An' we can help fix up these shelves, if y'want," he added dutifully. "If y'have some spare lumber'n tools we can use."
