"Feel free to take a gander," Will said as he made his way back over to the kitchenette. She'd worked on build sites before, he figured he didn't need to tell her not to go picking up saws by the blade and such. She'd sent him the details of her apprenticeship and it was a good program: a solid base of hands-on training and on-site experience, plus all the standard certs. Nuts, really, that she couldn't get a foot in the door with that in her pocket. Hell, on paper, her résumé was better than his.
But of course paper only told half the story, and the other half of it was told in handshakes and nudges and insinuation. So yeah, it was nuts that she couldn't get a foot in the door, but it wasn't so surprising.
Will retrieved a second mug from above the sink. A teabag for his cup, a scoop of instant for hers, then he filled them both from the kettle before looking back over his shoulder at Lyra. "You take milk or sugar?"