Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
[There was an appreciative murmur about tacos among those gathered there, but it was actually the compliment that earned the most smiles from those gathered close. They were proud and protective of what they had. For one of the good guys to say they were doing a good job really meant something to most of them. Helped give them just a sliver more hope than they otherwise might have in the face of a facelessly cruel city.
They stepped away, most of them, when all the computer parts came out. Even the girl, Duane's still nameless sister, steeped away to take the other supplies to sort and settle in the right parts of the building. Being one on one with the kid eased some of his natural quiet (especially in the face of wires and waves and things that made sense to him. The success and progress did the rest of the job, and by the time the router was configured, he had relaxed enough to look over at Eddie and drop his eyes for just a moment to the ankh Eddie wore.] One 'a the volunteers, she got herself one 'a those. Laid ink unner her skin. [Duane turned his own left wrist over, tapped at the inside of it with the pencil he was using to take notes.]