Nairn was preoccupied. Everyone was on edge with how his mood had shifted of late, but Colt tried not to let it affect him. He joked as normal, rough-housing with the others but steering them clear when Nairn came into the mess. Sticking to the normal routine was best when the boss and his missus were running cold.
The tune halted abruptly when Nairn snapped, practising hands stilling against the pick he’d been about to move. Pursing his lips the locksmith let out a sigh,
He’d glance over, offering a half-smile.
The tune halted abruptly when Nairn snapped, practising hands stilling against the pick he’d been about to move. Pursing his lips the locksmith let out a sigh,
Some locks you gotta sing to, Boss. Woo ‘em into opening. Like a Lady. Antivan’s know how to make good mechs, this one’s locked up tight.
He’d glance over, offering a half-smile.
Shit sleep?
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