Green eyes had scoured the ceiling, pointing out all of the flaws (which, there were many) and following one of the pipes down to the ground near where the blonde sat. Just a general dust would make the place look better, maybe some better materials, a<span style="font-style: italic">shower</span>wouldn't go amiss. She'd counted every box that surrounded her where she sat, 17... and a half. It was something she'd done for a long time, whenever she was bored or worried she'd count something around her. Ceiling tiles, counter tops, anything. It was a nice distraction from the dull days ahead.<br/><br/>But something perked the young woman's interest and she found herself staring at the three gentlemen huddled around the techy table. She called it the 'techy table' because the man never sold anything of worth. At least not in Blue's eyes. But today she witnessed something she found interesting, two men begging for some parts in exchange for batteries and food. She leaned to the left slightly, fingers curled around the edge of the box so she didn't fall off. These men wanted<span style="font-style: italic">mechanical parts</span>in exchange for<span style="font-style: italic">food</span>...?<br/><br/>They were either insane, or building something amazing.<br/><br/>She was half intrigued by this, but the other half of her just wanted the damn merchant to accept the food and batteries. She really wanted to eat today and... those batteries could come in handy. She pursed her lips, standing up and coming closer to hear the conversation play out.<span style="font-style: italic">Just take the damn food, Manny.</span><br/><br/>It didn't look good for a split second, apparently what the two men had to offer wasn't good enough, but the merchants eyes fell on something that was out of vision for Blue for a moment, until the pair agreed and she saw him take a blanket out of the backpack and place it on the counter top.<br/><br/>A smirk. So she could at least have some food and some batteries... Maybe... If Manny let her take some, she wasn't entirely sure if he was going to keep the supplies for himself or sell them off. But now she couldn't hold back the question that erupted from her lips.<br/><br/>"What are you building that's so fancy that you're willing to give up food and warmth?" She asked, her voice gave her away, well-spoken, deliberate. Dare one say,<span style="font-style: italic">posh</span>.