Willis was packing up his tools. It was early in the day, but with the emergency situation they'd had in the night, he'd had to start early.

He looked back at the wall as they were finishing patching up the hole, shaking his head. He'd have to talk with... Whoever was in charge, about putting his skills and knowledge to better use. The walls were set very quickly, hastily, sloppily. How else did one of those... [i]Things[/i] punch a whole big enough to get through? Maybe they could rebuild, and reinforce the walls in segments? Something more permanent...

as he was checking how much propane he had left in his torch (mostly just shaking it, and approximating how much remained), he heard someone shouting! His expression went from concerned to annoyed as the meaning of the words registered in his mind. He heaved a sigh, shaking his head again, "...That kid..."

Slinging his tool bag over his shoulder, he walked toward the young man, "Well, good morning, Maddox! Anybody ever tell you how funny you are?" He made sure he put as much sarcasm into the question as possible, while wearing a scowl of disapproval. He gestured to the newly patched breach in the wall, "And if somebody said 'yes', I suppose you'd have a laugh over that, too?"