(OOC: The vent is under the cot. In fact, Lowtown has multiple levels and a complex system of vents that were created when the sewerage system was constructed 1400+ years ago. The result of which is grates all over Lowtown in great frequency, usually they are only small enough for rats to pass through, about 6”Wx3”H to 12”W x 6”H. The pump stations, 8 or so massive buildings in the city above, not only regulate water but also pump air into Lowtown to maintain positive airflow, air that gets pumped downwards and doesn’t reflect back or get blocked (won’t tell you why). Someday I will have Lowtown all detailed in an underground map, you’ll see, I promise. Anyway....)
Renee looked at Temmit for almost a full turn. As she did so, Temmit, feeling challenged by the stare, stared back, blinking to be polite. He could see her uncertainly fade as each tick passed.
“How like my father you are Temmit.”
Temmit had met Renee’s father a few times and on more than one occasion had the distinct pleasure of talking to the man. Although he was a chestnut farmer close to the Outer Rim, he was far from simple. The level-headed, emotionally-even-keeled man kept up to date with current events and had a keen political mind, always able to share his concerns for the governments direction without adding the irrational rhetoric of opinion. The man was so calm and collected that Temmit found him to be very easy to talk too and.....
’I think that is her point genius,’ Smokey reprimanded, bringing him back to focus.
Renee had paused during Temmit’s reflection on her father and he immediately knew she was trying to judge his emotion, not that she had the gift of empathy, she was just being a girl.
She continued without making comment on it though, “very direct and to the point (her father), but thoughtful and compassionate for others, even if not for their emotional state.”
“Yes,” she paused with a slight challenging smile, “you are just like him.”
