Lone Star Mountain engine no.9

cambria greets him with an almost nervousness. he explains himself promptly—all in more words than mulherin initially expected.

he pauses for a moment to process what all cambria just said.

and finally his reply manifests itself in a dry chuckle, oddly amused.

you can thank my mom for the rbf. he replies, stepping away from the overhang and toward the blod. it's good to get some air every now and then.

you've been settling in alright?