Bera had given Felix a place to stand that was not important.
He suspected she had done it deliberately.
The local lead checked the return gauge, compared the mark on the inspection strip, and told the next watch which access plate needed a closer look after the evening service change.
Nobody asked Felix what came next.
He folded his arms, unfolded them, and moved aside so the lead could reach the spare chalk.
Bera watched him.
“Would you like us to leave a small ceremonial problem unfinished?”
“A chair would be cheaper.”
