[Leon's pacing around the free apartment, Forge in hand. His coat is off, and various cuts and bruises cover his skin. Though nothing serious, they were probably gained from bodyguard jobs in Dismas.]
[He seems to be battling with himself if he really wants to say something. Too late, it's already on.]
Everyone gets here. Settles down, gets a job. Makes new friends, it's all good. But what about... the people still there. On the other side.
It's not like I really hav-- had any close friends. But, I wonder...
if she's even...
I'm being stupid. Forget it.
[the Forge clicks off]
[Private to Priscilla]:
I've collected some Ivories to contribute. Does the patrol still need people? If so, put me on the next schedule.