Sam was so knocked off balance by that she couldn't even come up with a suitably snarky response. A phobia, fear of germs, something like that, she might have been able to understand. But...handed things? How did you survive in the world without giving and taking shit?
She set down her notebook and folded her arms. Half in irritation, and half to keep herself from trying to hand him anything again.
Who the fuck was this man?
"Gravity would work," she said. "But moving the tank is problematic. The plumbing of the whole town is...ancient. We're talking actual lead pipes. A number of which are pretty much cheese graters at this point."
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Sam was so knocked off balance by that she couldn't even come up with a suitably snarky response. A phobia, fear of germs, something like that, she might have been able to understand. But...handed things? How did you survive in the world without giving and taking shit?
She set down her notebook and folded her arms. Half in irritation, and half to keep herself from trying to hand him anything again.
Who the fuck was this man?
"Gravity would work," she said. "But moving the tank is problematic. The plumbing of the whole town is...ancient. We're talking actual lead pipes. A number of which are pretty much cheese graters at this point."