Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
"Whatever you say, will do," she drawled back, in a decent imitation of the Halo accent, complete with that begrudging weary sigh all those hardy souls got whenever anyone tried to tell them what to do. It wasn't too far off from the farmers here in the Grounds, come to think of it.
Glancing back over her shoulder at him, Maea's brow quirked upward. "Even if the leadership is disinclined, aren't there other routes to go? Or is the business downstairs no longer in session?" Her gaze dipped pointedly to the floor, where she knew a hideout once housed all manner of colorful individuals. If Neron ran two bars for Sunjata, she assumed he would know about the shadier details of the Flood's business dealings.
Turning back to the work at hand, she smiled wistfully at the idea of her brief friendship with Weaver bearing fruit. "I wouldn't put it past her to have taken the notes. Ah - yes please." Flashing a smile at Neron as he offered to help, she scooted aside on the stool to make room for him - or hop down, really, because that was a lot of tight quarters and she wasn't that comfortable around him yet. "If you'd like, we could always check if there's anything left of my old house? The vats and barrels and all the equipment needed for making alcohol should still be there." Though, since she hadn't been back there in years, it was a big 'if'.
She kept her eyes trained on the bottle she had been reaching for. It shouldn't be there, really; not after so many years. Even if it was almost empty. Even if it looked to have been untouched for a while now.
Glancing back over her shoulder at him, Maea's brow quirked upward. "Even if the leadership is disinclined, aren't there other routes to go? Or is the business downstairs no longer in session?" Her gaze dipped pointedly to the floor, where she knew a hideout once housed all manner of colorful individuals. If Neron ran two bars for Sunjata, she assumed he would know about the shadier details of the Flood's business dealings.
Turning back to the work at hand, she smiled wistfully at the idea of her brief friendship with Weaver bearing fruit. "I wouldn't put it past her to have taken the notes. Ah - yes please." Flashing a smile at Neron as he offered to help, she scooted aside on the stool to make room for him - or hop down, really, because that was a lot of tight quarters and she wasn't that comfortable around him yet. "If you'd like, we could always check if there's anything left of my old house? The vats and barrels and all the equipment needed for making alcohol should still be there." Though, since she hadn't been back there in years, it was a big 'if'.
She kept her eyes trained on the bottle she had been reaching for. It shouldn't be there, really; not after so many years. Even if it was almost empty. Even if it looked to have been untouched for a while now.
Maea
