Date: 2018-04-11 07:09 pm (UTC)
mothmansplaining: (up the road)
[A beat, as he takes in how small and waiflike and scarred this little girl is.

Then, he beams.
]

I don't see why not! Come on in!

[He's right about the redecoration. It looks like the room he slept in in the Mystery Shack, and he still doesn't have a real bed, but the couch has been pushed off to the side and new shelves have been put in. Well, attempted to be put in. They're some neat-looking shelves: from the wreckage on the floor, they look kind of like those desks that have a rolling top that closes them up. It's mechanical, and it looks like, when finished, they would lock very securely.]

It looks like the nails I was using weren't long enough to get through the drywall into whatever material the ship's walls are made of.

As you can see, it couldn't take the weight.

[A sizeable chunk of it has been ripped out. The plaster dust is still settling. Ford strokes his chin and regards it thoughtfully.]
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