[PQ] [RQ] by hand

zephyr

"I don' look busy? What, y'can't see the whole crew I'm leadin' around, makin' sure none'a the new trenches get dug where they don' belong?" You're a little bit indignant, a little bit amused, gesticulating to show the group of rather poorly performing individuals gathered in your wake. The whole neck-cracking-knuckle-popping display is not encouraging; you find yourself grateful for Nate's presence, because he seems like he could take a hit. Though you hope it doesn't come to that.

Stepping forward stupidly conspiratorially, you jerk your head back at the rest of your gathering. "Look, y'all don't wanna be stirrin' trouble with this lot. It's a government job- last thing we need is them comin' down on our business, eh? Let 'em see us gettin' along an' playin' nice an' legal; everyone knows work hours are later, anyway."

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still