You don't say. [It doesn't sound like a question, but it's an invitation regardless. 'About what?' it asks as they cross into comparative low light of the cabin. A lamp hangs overhead, swinging faintly in mimicry of the sway of the ship at anchor.
Flint pulls the door shut behind them. There's a bolt; he slides it, then crosses the room to restore the book to its place on a well populated shelf.]
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Flint pulls the door shut behind them. There's a bolt; he slides it, then crosses the room to restore the book to its place on a well populated shelf.]