"Very droll, I'm sure." Graham said dryly, as he took off his cap, tunic, tie and shirt, and then hauled himself up the ladder to join them. His body was quite ripped, but he also had an extraordinary pattern of scars criss-crossing his chest and shoulders, and his back bore the pale marks of burns, faded after several years. "Right, what do you want me to work with first?" he asked.<br/><br/>Erica grinned, and knocked back her drink. "You know, Trude, you should smile a lot more. You look a lot better when you do." she said with a small giggle.