Felix stood beside the apparatus and answered the first question.
“Yes. I understand the service.”
The contact rail occupied the space his forearm would need. Its surface had been cleaned and checked. A technician stood between the receiver and the wheel support, close enough to be struck by the fastening Felix had spent two days imagining he could break.
Valen checked the manual stop’s keeper and the clear delivery route. Sera held the completed buffer report. Vivienne’s limited assessment lay beside the full duties. Barnaby had chosen the recorder’s place where he could hear the answers.
The deputy read the claimed authority.
Felix answered the next questions plainly.
The bodily route. The risk to connected loads. The absence of a personal date at which he could declare the duty finished.
He understood them.
