[ His experience with elevators isn't stellar and for that reason Nate keeps one hand on the rope at his side, the grappling hook, should he need to resort to saving both their asses. Catastrophic lift failure thankfully passes them by, however, evidenced by the first waft of chilly air that makes the skin prickle on the back of his neck, pushes a shudder through the man at his side.
How messed up does he have to be, Nate wonders, to not feel that same winnowing thread of fear and upset? Nate encounters so many dead in his work that he barely notices it anymore, window dressing for an otherwise dismal tableau. He forgets that other people aren't exposed to it the way he is. ]
I've got first watch. Then Maine.
[ Nate would never consider himself a master of physical subtext, but Poe is all but screaming that he'd prefer not to be below ground level. ]
You've got base camp duty, but nothing downstairs.
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How messed up does he have to be, Nate wonders, to not feel that same winnowing thread of fear and upset? Nate encounters so many dead in his work that he barely notices it anymore, window dressing for an otherwise dismal tableau. He forgets that other people aren't exposed to it the way he is. ]
I've got first watch. Then Maine.
[ Nate would never consider himself a master of physical subtext, but Poe is all but screaming that he'd prefer not to be below ground level. ]
You've got base camp duty, but nothing downstairs.