Firebrand listened, nodded a grin of triumph pulled at his lean face. Yet again it seemed providence was on their side.
"Wo chet! But that's benny news, aye if you could arrange a meetin' I'll see if I can sign on with a crew. I'll be better placed t'handle the rest, though it'll take time maybe."
He nodded, mind working. Silk had said she would see what she could find and that was good enough for him, he trusted her explicitly. What else could he be doing as well as being on a cleaning crew? Thoughtfully he said aloud, as the thought formed.
"What's the one thing y'can always rely on jent to have?"
Other than an unearned sense of superiority and their damn noses in the air he thought to himself.
"Servents, an' I don't reckon the Greer's are any different. If'n we can learn where they drink or the like. That's another line o' questioning."
Firebrand's fingers tingle, he could feel the adrenaline building in him, the pure joy of doing something. Anything to strike back, not just for the Resistance but for someone, to right a wrong he had witnessed. Thinking of Cat then Aodh had another thought and said.
"I was wonderin' would you be able t' teach me t' read sign some?"
He gave a small embarrassed laugh then running a hand through his wild hair.
"Epaemo Miss Weaver, I know I'm askin' a lot. Mujo mujo ma, you've done so much already, I'm fair grateful."
It was true, without her, it'd be very likely he'd of got himself snatched up by the Seventen, or worse. Aodh could not express his gratitude , but it was write plain on his lean face and in his grey blue eyes.