York leaned against the counter; it was nice to see things come together, but this was a lot of work to do all at once. He couldn't say it wasn't looking good, though. Definitely a day well-spent. That didn't mean it wasn't exhausting, though.

"You know what would go great with a job like this? A drink. Beer, whiskey, anything." There wasn't much hope of that, though. The moogles probably had all the alcohol, and it was probably even more expensive than ammo. It would feel more like home, though, doing a cleanup like this and then following it up with an impromptu party.