SONGBIRD: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister...
FORTHRIGHT: Forthright. Ah, here. (extending his hand) Let’s get you on the ship.


FORTHRIGHT (stilted): Oh. Yeah. Don’t worry about the light. Do the opposite of worrying, in fact.
FORTHRIGHT (catching his breath): ...It’s a shield of sorts, it keeps the monsters down in The Depths at bay. We might be the only ship left on Repiton capable of - sailing at all, thanks to it.

SONGBIRD makes her way up the scaffolding and onto the Angel’s-Tears as its interior becomes lit. She takes FORTHRIGHT’s offered hand on the last step.