"About 4, yea high, skin a bit lighter than mine," Lee said helpfully, holding a hand up to demonstrate. "Reminded me a bit of my youngest sister. Merlin help me, she'll be out of school in another year," he shook his head.
Seamus seemed a bit pensive, and Lee wondered if he should say anything or not. Probably not -- he doesn't know the man well, after all. A little younger than most of his good friends from school.
"I've heard the wireless is rather spotty these days ... do you think there's anyone around interested in getting that fixed?" Lee has the know-how and the willingness, and to some extent the money. But it couldn't hurt to ask, and after all, Seamus is a bartender. Bartenders knew people.