“Move that copper fitting.”
The nearest sailor had already reached for the fastener when Ruth looked up.
“No.”
Vivienne stood inside the Gull’s rail with one hand on the offered support. Her other pointed at the return beside the folding bench.
“That angle can trap a hot return.”
“Under a direct load,” Ruth said. “There is a protective path underneath.”
The sailor withdrew his hand.
Felix looked from one woman to the other.
