>>5388030>>5388068>>5388089>>5388164>>5388221You realize you aren’t getting anywhere with this spitfire of a dwarf. Instead, you pivot to asking the Engineer where her interests and specialties ACTUALLY lie, if not in prosthesis.
“In other words, what good am I to you?” she incisively clarifies.
“That isss the idea of a contractual relationship, yess?”
“You have my father’s expertise at your employ,” the Engineer notes. “Is that not all you require? Am I not here simply as a condition of HIS employment?”
“Do you resssent that?” you ask.
“Do you always answer questions with more questions, lizard?” she snaps.
“Do you?”
She goes silent. You sense you’ve struck a nerve.
“I do not bother with ssmall-talk, becausse I can tell you have no appetite for it,” you say after a time, adjusting your cloak as you prepare to leave. “Nor will I bother asking ssuch pointlesss empty questions as ‘what iss your isssue with me?’ or ‘how are you adjussting to your accomodationsss?’ We both know well what the ccircumstanccess here are. I ssuggesst you take a bit more time to internalissse them, Engineer.”
The dwarf in question seems a bit taken aback by the term of address, but says nothing more until after you have left, and instructed the guard to keep a close eye on her activities lest she do anything foolish. You, meanwhile, seek out her father, the Geologist.
