i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
The moment Maeve noticed him, he realized he might've made a mistake in stopping by. Sure he hadn't been kind to her, but he wasn't any ruder to her than he was to anyone else, so somehow her response to him being there was a little surprising, he flinches at the tone, hunches further, then shrugs in response to her question. He was here to help technically, maybe get something out of it, whether or not it was a hellish experience was no concern of his.
In the end, she gives him a task to do, and instead of replying he raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded before trudging off towards the windows and the wood. He lifted a hammer, some wood and a nail, and got started with the first slat, working hastily so as to waste no time here that he could be spending fucking shit up elsewhere.
Rig starts boarding the windows!
In the end, she gives him a task to do, and instead of replying he raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded before trudging off towards the windows and the wood. He lifted a hammer, some wood and a nail, and got started with the first slat, working hastily so as to waste no time here that he could be spending fucking shit up elsewhere.
Rig starts boarding the windows!
RIGBY
