[Arms folded, Cliff watched Albel's retreat with little more than a shake of his head. The space between them felt like a rare gift that he wanted to cherish for the brief time he would have it.
After Albel left the room, he cast a look around the room, internally cringing at the mess, before settling his gaze on Fayt.]
Man. I dunno if the shifts can handle all this. Want me to send The Vac out?
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After Albel left the room, he cast a look around the room, internally cringing at the mess, before settling his gaze on Fayt.]
Man. I dunno if the shifts can handle all this. Want me to send The Vac out?