Hara Vek kept one boot inside Heat Room Six and one on the new floor seam.
The closure order hung behind Uvek Dorr's rear glass. Pori Halm's boiler window showed forty-seven minutes.
"Your clock changes the danger," Hara said. "It does not get my answer."
Uvek left his brass command handle released. "Agreed."
Tesk Arin lowered four blank iron plates. One stopped at Hara's boot. Tem Kall caught another beside the furnace latch. Suli Dask pulled the third away from her pressure board. The fourth entered Fei Moss's narrow passage view.
Each plate offered current ground, Lower Foundry return, or refusal. Fei scratched out all three options.
Hara wrote first.
`TEMPORARY BASALT GROUND. ROOM ACCESS RETAINED.`
She wanted to inspect the disputed plate from the side holding it. She accepted no storage bed, district count, or walker return promise.
Tem chose return to Lower Foundry with his burn wrap and one hook tool.
