She doesn't know any Kit, but Fíadh's reluctant to bring someone else into this. Mostly because that involves, you know, someone else.

"It doesn't have to be perfect. Just better than ... that."

She points across the shop to a darkened corner where a mess of metal and wood has been haphazardly shoved aside. If one squints, it looks like it once could have been a functioning grindstone.

"And I need it soon so I can get back to work."