"Oh, you're going to stay in the ship alone?" Agnes asks, glancing at Rune with a quizzical look. "You have some balls on you." She seems to approve.
She uses the wrench the open up the lid of the carburettor, moving it aside as she peers inside. "Hand me the flashlight, pet," she says easily, her hand shooting out from under the engine, her fingers curling in an inviting gesture.
"I'm Agnes. And what do we call you?" She doesn't seem that troubled by the idea that he's been pretty much spirited away from his safe Stockholm. Life tends to have strange things in store for everyone. She's used to that.
He's confused as to what she means by that but doesn't ask to elaborate. Staying on the ship is unsafe? But surely it's where the artillery is and it's where they'll return to at base, right? They won't just. Leave him there all trip, right? And they'll have supplies, he can just stay inside and eat and charge his phone and listen to the five thousand audiobooks that he keeps downloading and not listening to.
Right??
"Um, I'm Rune," he responds, digging through for the flashlight and handing it to her. "What are you trying to fix?" he asks instead, because it's sort of difficult to have a conversation with the lower half of someone's body.
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She uses the wrench the open up the lid of the carburettor, moving it aside as she peers inside. "Hand me the flashlight, pet," she says easily, her hand shooting out from under the engine, her fingers curling in an inviting gesture.
"I'm Agnes. And what do we call you?" She doesn't seem that troubled by the idea that he's been pretty much spirited away from his safe Stockholm. Life tends to have strange things in store for everyone. She's used to that.
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Right??
"Um, I'm Rune," he responds, digging through for the flashlight and handing it to her. "What are you trying to fix?" he asks instead, because it's sort of difficult to have a conversation with the lower half of someone's body.