After only a few steps into the corridor, Clarke was stopped by someone who was obviously an engineer. The man had a rather ordinary work outfit and a pair of earmuss around his neck.
- There you are! How was the flight, eh? Lily seemed to be in quite a hurry... - the man peeked past Clarke, looking at Grubo. - Ey! No wonder! - he then leaned forward to Clarke, speaking "quietly". - Where did you get a lass like that, eh?
- Why ask? It's not like there's any hope for you. - Clarke shrugged. The man chuckled. - Is there any reason you're holding us up, other than immature commentary?
- Yeah. Where do you want those tanks put?
- Bay seven will do.
- Right. - the man stepped aside, letting them pass. - Will be done in no time. - the man replied with a smirk. Clarke shook his head, walking past the engineer, who was now paying some more attention to Grubo. He narrowed his eyes slightly as she walked past him, then frowned and hurried off somewhere else.
