Thread:Nimarfira/@comment-39487125-20200107173213/@comment-33229352-20200109212442

Ishmael made his way to the table, making sure he didn't bump into anybody on the way. When he reached the table, he sucked in a breath. "What's the damage?" he said to no one in particular. His voice had become smooth and unafflicted, as if he was trying not to get emotionally involved.