Mikhail backed up slightly when he felt something grab at his shirt and jacket. He didn't exactly know what it was, so since whatever it was wasn't mauling him, he decided to be brave and outstretched his hands. He felt fur, so he nervously gave whatever that was making the scuffling noises a small pet on what he thought was the head. A quick look ahead, and Mikhail saw that the giant rat would soon lose interest and sit down where he assumed Stefan had been seated. He patted the rat once more and muttered something that suspiciously sounded like 'good rat', and then entered the room properly.<br/><br/>"She's... big," Mikhail said, his eyes trailing to the seat where she was going to sit. He was unsure if that was too obvious of a comment to make, but he figured his first impressions with knocking over the wheelbarrow weren't great, so why change or improve anything now? "Ah, though, that's not the kind of thing you're supposed to say about a woman, eh, Sasha?" Mikhail added as he gave a small smile. He adjusted his jacket and zipped it up once he felt the rat leave him. He folded his arms casually, and leaned against one of the walls.<br/><br/>"Ailments," Mikhail repeated aloud, scratching his chin in thought. He made a noise that sounded a little bit like laughter, and said, "I don't suppose you could pull a Jesus miracle on my eyes, hrm? Be healed, and what not? Other than that, nothing but a few scrapes and scratches, but thanks for asking."<br/><br/>He pointed towards the general direction of where Stefan had placed the clipboard. He wasn't exactly in the right direction, but hopefully Stefan would get the idea. "I didn't make too big a dent on the inventory, did I?" he asked with a small frown. "I did appreciate you not shooting me on sight for that, by the way. Big help. Speaking of help, you said that you could use some assistance in here? I'd be happy to, doubly so if it means that I could somehow repay all of you for the wheelbarrow."