"Or you could leave." Torin muttered to himself, shrugging indifferently and sitting down on the steps. So much for being useful.<br/><br/>Feeling mildly dejected, he consigned himself to sitting on his own, watching the rail-thin redhead who'd earlier-on been making his employer moan systematically photograph the bridge. There wasn't anything wring with the act - and besides, he didn't much care either way - so he was perfectly alright with her snooping about.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>