A Musebox for Flying Squids

"Well, as long as they have a plan." Abe shuffles in place and stares up at the ceiling, wishing he could see what was happening outside the walls. He's no Newton Geiszler but you can't work with kaiju remains and not feel the urge to watch the creations while they are alive, massive mountains of flesh and bone spur crashing through the waves with impossible power behind every step.

"I suppose it's nice to have work available so soon, right?" he asks, with a completely falsifed nervous laugh. He may have even used the word "Ha".