The white sheep of the family
As the woman sat up rapidly, Loren eyed her a bit warily. However, she seemed friendly enough, though he didn't lose his watchful posture. Or maybe that's just how he looked these days, distant and a little suspicious of everything. "Nice to meet you Libbs. I'm Loren." He held out a hand for her to shake.
Nodding at her explanation, he fished out a sheet of paper. "I'm from Halo. I'm looking to build a greenhouse there, so mostly what I'm looking for is glass for the panes and metal for the frame. I'm happy to place an order for it and come back when it's finished." His voice was almost cooly polite.
Nodding at her explanation, he fished out a sheet of paper. "I'm from Halo. I'm looking to build a greenhouse there, so mostly what I'm looking for is glass for the panes and metal for the frame. I'm happy to place an order for it and come back when it's finished." His voice was almost cooly polite.
Will blood tell
