Thorfinn desperately missed the translator that he had been given in Medietas, a strange little device he had kept latched to his belt at all time. It certainly made life a lot easier on him and those around him.

He offered her a thankful smile when she worked on the next window set. With some of them in his own arms he followed her out dropping the faberics down on the large pile outside and shrugged at her question. He was thankful to understand her words but, he wasn't sure what else needed saving. Some of his projects were ruined so better left to stay in the water.

"I think this all, Jo still upstairs. So, just what she throws down." He spoke as he pointed to where he had shoved the couch up against the stairs. He had every intention of telling Jo to jump over and he'd catch her rather than risk the stairs again, but he was waiting for her to come into sight again, for now he leaned against the mailbox crossing his arms. Their little life in this place haphazardly piled on a bedsheet.

"Thank you." He spoke looking back to her already unfolding his arms and offered over a wet hand. "Nerys, yes?"