The woman at the first desk had brought a piece of her roof.
It was awkward, muddy and much harder to ignore than a well-phrased account of public survival.
“Does this count less than an official reserve loss?” she asked.
Lyra put down the draft compensation schedule.
“Which entry were you given?”
“Property. Pending verification.”
“And the temporary housing request?”
“Different desk. They want the first claim settled.”
