"You know, my species comes from a planet that's borderline radioactive," Lantar puffs, doing a quick read over the list. "I'm gonna take whatever bitty span of warmth I can get in this place."
Wait. Is that alright to talk about? Lantar hesitates, scowling at his clipboard. It's gotta be alright, right? It's just like humans saying they were from Earth, which was just a fact.
Besides, he's not even from Palaven, he's from...
Omega...?
Forcibly shaking off the confusion, he moves, striding past the crates.
"Here, you start on the warmer side of the room," Lantar says pointing to said pile of boxes. Give the guy some time to warm up since he'd just come in from the cold. "I'll start on the other. Get the cling film off and match the numbers on the boxes up with the stuff on the paper and move 'em out to the front of the elevator. That's through the door in the back there."
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Wait. Is that alright to talk about? Lantar hesitates, scowling at his clipboard. It's gotta be alright, right? It's just like humans saying they were from Earth, which was just a fact.
Besides, he's not even from Palaven, he's from...
Omega...?
Forcibly shaking off the confusion, he moves, striding past the crates.
"Here, you start on the warmer side of the room," Lantar says pointing to said pile of boxes. Give the guy some time to warm up since he'd just come in from the cold. "I'll start on the other. Get the cling film off and match the numbers on the boxes up with the stuff on the paper and move 'em out to the front of the elevator. That's through the door in the back there."