The white sheep of the family
Obviously, Libbs was a fellow Outlander, if the way she spoke of rather arcane concepts (to Loren, all advanced science was arcane) was any indication. Staying silent as she rambled on, he waited for a while until he realized she'd actually finished. "Let's assume manpower and supplies are no issue." He tapped the table as he gathered his thoughts.
"You recommend a double paned approach, with a small space between the panes. There should be a double set of shutters at the bottom. The outer glass should be tinted slightly black, and we should use tar as an insulator. There should be some sort of sealant at the bottom as well?" That last part was the only one he was slightly uncertain about, though he tilted his head as he waited for her response.
Then he shrugged. "I'm sure Deimos would give you as many rooms as you'd like, as long as you ask him. He's quiet, but kind."
"You recommend a double paned approach, with a small space between the panes. There should be a double set of shutters at the bottom. The outer glass should be tinted slightly black, and we should use tar as an insulator. There should be some sort of sealant at the bottom as well?" That last part was the only one he was slightly uncertain about, though he tilted his head as he waited for her response.
Then he shrugged. "I'm sure Deimos would give you as many rooms as you'd like, as long as you ask him. He's quiet, but kind."
Will blood tell
