He was practically pouting. Heād object to it, of course, but there was no denying that mister grumpy gills was definitely having one of thoseĀ days.Ā It had been a particularly strenuous afternoon spent helping the Bricknicks, and heĀ was covered in a thin film of sweat as he languidly rewrappedĀ some bandage that the Med-Jacks had hooked him up with after hisĀ knee injure some months ago. Supposed to serve as some kind ofĀ shoddy makeshift brace or whatever--best they could do for him. Ā ButĀ heād been fiddling with it for nearly an hour now. Every now and then, thereād be a wistful glance cast up at the Maze doors. Hearing someoneĀ approach, he finally lifted his eyes expectantly.Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhat?ā












