Every so often, Ana got roped into helping the rousties fix something. Most of them knew her, and they knew she'd help them out in a pinch if she wasn't busy. So that was how she found herself helping to fix booths in their new indoor Midway. (And wasn't that just a weird concept.)
Muttering to herself in Spanish, she stood up and surveyed her handiwork. "Ask me to build things with a mallet," she sighed, stretching out the kinks in her neck. "Because that works well." She headed back toward where they kept the hammers, intending to switch hers out for a different one. She frowned when she noticed one was missing, Callum had drilled it into all of their heads to care for their tools. None of them were prone to just leaving things lying around, or misplacing them.
She sighed again, putting the mallet back and picking up a more standard hammer. "I'm gonna start putting these things on leashes," she muttered. The breeze changed then, and she could've sworn she smelled salt air. Ana shrugged, bending down to grab another box of nails. Once she was done here, she was going to have a word about craftsmanship with a few people.