"Heh, you young things, always just bounce right back." Atropos helped herself to the other seat, a folding chair by the door through which Clotho had disappeared. There was a cloth bag stashed beneath the seat, from which Atropos produced a rather wicked pair of scissors, followed by several skeins of thread and a half-finished embroidery hoop. She eyed the design critically – it seemed to be a floral pattern, a profusion of blossoms picked out in various pinks and mauves and the occasional yellow – before selecting a bright red skein. The shears flashed silver as she cut off a length of thread.
"Jocelyn said you're cleaning high-rise windows these days. You know that, L?" This was directed at Lachesis, who was occupied with searching her handbag for a pack of Tylenol. "This girl goes climbing all over the outside of skyscrapers! No wonder she can shake off a spill like that, least she didn't have far to fall."