[Okay, that's probably... The box of stuff from the station. Maybe it's in the kitchen, or maybe it hasn't even left the back of Irahl's shuttle--but it's a concrete goal that he thinks he can handle.]
Got it. I'll get it. You sit tight for a few, okay?
[Not that Irahl seems like he could really get anywhere in a hurry. Vincent gives his arm a gentle touch (afraid to pat him in case he's secretly got a big bruise there), then stands back up to go search for that missing music player. He'll leave Irahl with a little time to himself, for better or for worse.]
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[Okay, that's probably... The box of stuff from the station. Maybe it's in the kitchen, or maybe it hasn't even left the back of Irahl's shuttle--but it's a concrete goal that he thinks he can handle.]
Got it. I'll get it. You sit tight for a few, okay?
[Not that Irahl seems like he could really get anywhere in a hurry. Vincent gives his arm a gentle touch (afraid to pat him in case he's secretly got a big bruise there), then stands back up to go search for that missing music player. He'll leave Irahl with a little time to himself, for better or for worse.]