The white sheep of the family
Blinking at Libbs' still enthusiastic response, Loren crossed his arms. Unfortunately, her eagerness would crash upon him and break like waves upon a shore, leaving him rather unmoved. Still, he took a few steps closer to her as she flipped the paper around. "I'll defer to your judgment and make it longer then. How much? And it'll be on the east side of the Citadel." His voice came out politely, at least.
Shrugging, he dropped his hands to his side. "I hadn't considered ventilation either, considering how cold Halo is. What do you recommend, windows or shutters?"' Again, his tone was businesslike and he turned towards her expectantly. "Also, do you have tar here or would I have to acquire it elsewhere?" Neither option particularly bothered him.
Shrugging, he dropped his hands to his side. "I hadn't considered ventilation either, considering how cold Halo is. What do you recommend, windows or shutters?"' Again, his tone was businesslike and he turned towards her expectantly. "Also, do you have tar here or would I have to acquire it elsewhere?" Neither option particularly bothered him.
Will blood tell
