Tamsin wanted the metal.
That was the irritating part.
She lifted a fitting from its wrapping and examined the clean inner face. Sound alloy. Accurate machining. No cheap plating pretending to be a better material. With this stock she could build the larger storage section and stop arguing with a shelf that had never been intended to carry a reserve housing.
Pell held up a paper label.
“This pile?”
“Empty wrapping. Not the fitting labels.”
He moved it to the proper place and continued sorting at the safe end of the bench.
The donor’s local agent watched Tamsin set the fitting back in its exact wrapping.
