He puts down the plates on a forklift that a met is driving. It zooms off as he turns and looks at Median. His bright green eyes cheer up as he spots her and waves.

“Hello there, how are you?”

“I’m good, and yourself?”

He runs a hand through his short brown hair before replying back.

“Not the best, my older brother is going to be coming here wanting a fight. I don’t look forward to it. All my little buddies would get hurt. I don’t want them ever getting hurt again. Not like before.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for you.”

“Ah, thank you.”

He slowly blinks his eyes and tilts his head slightly.

“I thought I had my little buddies evacuate all the humans.”