“I hope you don’t plan to count every single grain in here.” I lean in the doorway, hoping there’s no residual annoyance at the three amigo-troids left in my tone. Jeffers shouldn’t have to pay for the sins of others. He turns around and offers me a warm smile. “I’m known for my attention to detail, but not that much.” He pauses in the middle of putting a canister back on the shelf. “Are you all right?” Turning more fully, he faces me, putting the electronic minder holding his inventory checklist on a table at his side. “I’m fine. Just had to veto a certain weapon from being mounted on our exterior, which disappointed some people.” Jeffers gives me an understanding grin. “The twins. They do love their firepower.” “Not just them; Baebong too. Do you know what they had planned in there?” “I’m afraid to ask.” I shake my head. “Don’t bother. It’s not gonna happen.” I gesture with my chin at the shelves behind him. “How’s it going in here?”
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