[PQ] a space in between

It feels as though they're all just muddling through, until all of a sudden there's a building in the place of all their supplies and hard work, and Isla can't help but be impressed by it. It's a strange sort of magic in creating something out of nothing, and she finds herself outside the bare bones of the new brothel, her sensors screaming and her coat shed and folded over her forearm. "It looks sturdy enough," she confirms with a smile across at Sunjata. "Thanks for letting me help, though I think maybe next time I'll be a sort of foreman if it's all the same to you." You know, delegation, organisation, not trying to heft a literal roof over their heads. "Still, it was all worth it. Let's head back." Isla the flesh is weak