[ Not that he's offended, just bemused. Maybe people are taller, wherever she's from, on average. He's certainly heard enough variations on How's the weather up there? in the Wasteland.
He's about to respond when the door whips open on its creaking hinges, on the combined force of their unwittingly simultaneously efforts. Which would be kind of funny, if this were any other ordinary evening - and not by far the weirdest one he's lived through yet. ]
Sorry. [ Perfunctory, reflexive, as he straightens up, peering into the exceptionally dusty back room. ]
Hey - that might work? [ In the far corner, mostly shrouded in old, cobwebby shadow, there's a much narrower rack of shelves, short and wide. It's not a ladder, but it's sitting on rusty wheels, at least. ]
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[ Not that he's offended, just bemused. Maybe people are taller, wherever she's from, on average. He's certainly heard enough variations on How's the weather up there? in the Wasteland.
He's about to respond when the door whips open on its creaking hinges, on the combined force of their unwittingly simultaneously efforts. Which would be kind of funny, if this were any other ordinary evening - and not by far the weirdest one he's lived through yet. ]
Sorry. [ Perfunctory, reflexive, as he straightens up, peering into the exceptionally dusty back room. ]
Hey - that might work? [ In the far corner, mostly shrouded in old, cobwebby shadow, there's a much narrower rack of shelves, short and wide. It's not a ladder, but it's sitting on rusty wheels, at least. ]