It should be telling how skewed things are when someone thinks only about sixty is small. At least it could be worse, she supposed. "Mm... at least we will not have to deal with the staircase falling out from under us or dumping us in the middle of a dark floor."

Well, she can hope.

"I remember reading something about the Tower dying in one of those papers Waver and his friends always keep around. Maybe if we find somebody else, they would know what it said. I wonder why some of us were in the cells, and some of us on these wo--" Grainne would have said more, except she barged right into the hole Archer avoided and went tumbling forward. So much for not looking down...