"Sure, give me a minute," Nell says, heading past Derrica to dump a rather measly armload of fuel into the growing stack beside the main fire. She brushes her hands together, and then on her pants as she returns, stopping a few feet back to survey the tent's current state.
"Alright," she says after a minute, "I think what's happened is you've got this pole--" she waves at one end, "Swapped with that one. And you need--. Actually, let's just start over. Do you mind? I think it will be easier."
"Better it come down now than in a few hours when we're all mostly settled," Derrica answers, though she's less fussed at the idea of being dripped on in the night than her tent falling on top of her. Living for years aboard a ship, she's gotten used to a certain measure of wetness permeating living spaces.
"I'll need to get all of you onto a ship next time, so you don't think I'm completely useless."
As she says this, she carefully pulls the tarp from the rickety skeleton of poles she'd managed to construct. She can see what Nell had meant now. A few look improperly placed and now she has an idea of why instead of a faint, nagging sense that she was on the wrong track but unsure of how to correct it that had been pulling at her during her earlier efforts.
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"Alright," she says after a minute, "I think what's happened is you've got this pole--" she waves at one end, "Swapped with that one. And you need--. Actually, let's just start over. Do you mind? I think it will be easier."
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"I'll need to get all of you onto a ship next time, so you don't think I'm completely useless."
As she says this, she carefully pulls the tarp from the rickety skeleton of poles she'd managed to construct. She can see what Nell had meant now. A few look improperly placed and now she has an idea of why instead of a faint, nagging sense that she was on the wrong track but unsure of how to correct it that had been pulling at her during her earlier efforts.