Roth ducked as he went through the outer door in the thick stone wall.
We trotted up the huge metal stairs to the first room.
I took my mind back to the game at hand.
I poured two Tequila Slammers and handed one up to him.
We had a lovely conversation about badgers and cephalopods and genetics.
We reached the top, breathing heavily, and stood around the light inside the huge cylindrical lenses.
I shut the light back down and we stepped through a gap in the slowing wall of lenses into the outer gallery and went out through a glass door onto the balcony.