Unsafe Working Conditions

That man in the protective suit, the one who tallied slaves' scrap when they came in from the steelyard (assuming they came in at all)- he'd leered. He'd actively leered at Ellen. And the things he'd said under his breath to Voodoo- well, she hadn't heard them, but she'd heard the man's snicker and it was a sound she didn't want to hear ever again. Frankly, she was darn grateful to hear the Mill door close behind them and see the light wink out.

Out here, the only light is what makes it through the clouds and smog above. It's daytime, Ellen can tell that much, but when the air's polluted enough that the sky's the color of bile you can't really tell much more than that. She shakes her head grimly and looks to Voodoo. "Let's get to somewhere you can undo the wrist bindings," she says. "I want my weapons back if we're going to look for Dave in this." She casts an eye over the buckling fences and ancient, corroded railroad cars and adds, "Probably the Shishkebab. This is too much like the Metro tunnels- I haven't got enough line of sight for the Gauss rifle to be worthwhile."