[PQ] out of the frying pan

I would fall from grace just to touch your face

Of course she doesn't get a nod. Big fucking surprise that one is. He doesn't get a real response back. None of them do as she focuses instead on her task, stealing little glances at Locke and Aurelia as they work, but other than that she focuses on the task at hand. It goes well too. Really well and that does a little to bolster her, but not enough to get her talking. They shift inside and the new tasks are laid out for them. Not overly confident in her bricklaying skills, Maeve chooses to pick up debris from inside and carry it out to the wheelbarrow that has been provided for such things.

She locks eyes with Locke, "We can do the trash?" Maeve arches a brow, not really waiting for his confirmation before she starts pickup up the various pieces of rotted wood, carrying the larger pieces out into the wheelbarrow, ignoring what the others are working on. It seems to be working in her favor to do so thus far.

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Maeve asks Locke to help her with picking up the debris and starts carrying it out to the wheelbarrow.

Maeve