Bronsk looks bashfully downwards and coughs "Sorry. I was rushed." he straightens up again and wedges the pick into his oddly-bulky belt and clambers up to the top, following Lisaa.
Bronsk looks bashfully downwards and coughs "Sorry. I was rushed." he straightens up again and wedges the pick into his oddly-bulky belt and clambers up to the top, following Lisaa.
If there's nothing out there, then what was that noise?