That was an utterly ridiculous thing to say, but at least it provided Ford this consolation: Cash was having as much trouble coming up with something to say as he was. Maybe it had even been calculated that way, to cover Ford's stupid remark about Tutshill's chaser and even the playing field between them.
"It's a break room," he said, and shrugged, and thought immediately that he could have been kinder in his response; he could have pretended that this was in any way adequate small talk, as a peace offering. This was, obviously, working on the assumption that an olive branch was a desirable outcome here, and that they wouldn't both just be better off moving on and pretending they'd fallen out of touch for something approaching normal reasons.
"You don't... I mean, which floor do you work on?" he asked, with a sidelong glance. If Cash had migrated a very long way from his usual office to visit this one, that would change things, Ford thought. If Cash had come here hoping to run into him, then that... meant something.
"It's a break room," he said, and shrugged, and thought immediately that he could have been kinder in his response; he could have pretended that this was in any way adequate small talk, as a peace offering. This was, obviously, working on the assumption that an olive branch was a desirable outcome here, and that they wouldn't both just be better off moving on and pretending they'd fallen out of touch for something approaching normal reasons.
"You don't... I mean, which floor do you work on?" he asked, with a sidelong glance. If Cash had migrated a very long way from his usual office to visit this one, that would change things, Ford thought. If Cash had come here hoping to run into him, then that... meant something.
Set by Lady!