[say]"It's a pleasure."[/say] Nate even manages to mean the words, his own hand lifting in a wave, the third man the only stranger to him here, and a welcome distraction from the drowned girl. Even with the few things they've done so far, the space is beginning to shape up, the smell of ground herbs replacing that of dust. And it's blessedly simple, a far cry from other recent disasters in setting up places. His face is still recovering from that, a single brow taking it's sweet time to grow back in.
[say]"I'll do the curtains."[/say] He is the tallest, it only makes sense that he takes the task that involves hanging things. Some part of him is sure it's a thought that crosses the others minds, at least one set of eyes on him. It's not even like it's difficult either, all of the hardware already sitting there, waiting for him, ready to be used. The clean curtains are gathered up, and Nate gets to work.
Nate hangs up the curtains!
[say]"I'll do the curtains."[/say] He is the tallest, it only makes sense that he takes the task that involves hanging things. Some part of him is sure it's a thought that crosses the others minds, at least one set of eyes on him. It's not even like it's difficult either, all of the hardware already sitting there, waiting for him, ready to be used. The clean curtains are gathered up, and Nate gets to work.
Nate hangs up the curtains!
