Somewhat remarkably to Lachesis, talking about dangling perilously off the side of a skyscraper seemed to make the girl brighten up immediately. Atropos grinned approvingly. Really, you had to have a little professional respect for a person who went and tempted fate on the regular by, say, dangling a hundred-odd feet in the sky with only a harness standing between you and certain death. It took a certain brash confidence, or bone-headedness, to do that day after day. Either way, they were never dull. When Lyra asked her not to tell Jocelyn about the nail gun, Atropos mimed zipping her lips shut and gave the girl a wink.
"Not as well as Nat," Lachesis said. "We've met, though. She comes by the shop sometimes. Oh— I'm Lena, by the way. Nat is my aunt. And Chloe back there is my daughter."
"Yep." Atropos stabbed her needle into the hoop, starting to pick out the petals of a poppy with her stitches. The flower field was still incomplete, but it was already becoming apparent that the negative space in amongst the blooms spelled out a curse word. "One big ol' family affair here."