“Sounds like being eighteen in that world kind of sucked about as much as being eighteen in this world does.” She remarked with a sad smile. “Least it worked out for you in the end, though.” Friends could do wonders, which was something Nick was just now learning. “Yeah, between him and my brothers I really was lucky.”
Nick wasn’t going to let this go to her head or anything, but the sheer fact that Silas was giving her even an ounce of control over this project was definitely a confidence boost. Maybe she would manage to prove herself after all. Now it was just a matter of making this work and finishing the carts. Failing wasn’t really an option to her anymore, not that it ever had been.
“Like you said, most of this stuff is salvageable and should work for the project,” she began organizing the scrape metal as she spoke as it would make the fabrication process easier if she didn’t have to dig for what she needed. “Guess we’ll only know if we’ve got enough once I figure out how much of each kind we’ve got.” Nick already had a rough idea of the measurements for the cages, though she’d have to measure the back of the golf carts just to be sure.
Stand up straight and pulling off the work gloves, Nick flashed Silas a confident smile when she replied. “With pleasure.” This was her domain and she had no doubts in her ability to fabricate exactly what Silas wanted. “Thanks, are you going to be watching over me while I work?” She kept herself from calling him her baby-sitter, so far they were on good terms and she didn’t want to ruin that.