[She rebandages her arm and looks at him curiously. The word 'factory' reminds her of the Junk Heap, so she pictures him working in a place like that, only he makes things for people? She doesn't know those things are harmful. In fact, she's not even aware something like that exists, the only drugs she knows of coming from the apothacary as medicine like Grandma used to take. Despite living alone for most of her life, there are things she's rather naiive about. This is one of them.]
So what kind of stuff do you produce? And are you gonna put those industrialist skills to use here?
[She leans up against one of the buildings, crossing her arms again.]
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[She rebandages her arm and looks at him curiously. The word 'factory' reminds her of the Junk Heap, so she pictures him working in a place like that, only he makes things for people? She doesn't know those things are harmful. In fact, she's not even aware something like that exists, the only drugs she knows of coming from the apothacary as medicine like Grandma used to take. Despite living alone for most of her life, there are things she's rather naiive about. This is one of them.]
So what kind of stuff do you produce? And are you gonna put those industrialist skills to use here?
[She leans up against one of the buildings, crossing her arms again.]