Kos nodded, but at that moment he caught sight of Ari. She was, well, wearing his clothes. A sweater of his. An old thing, a bit worn but as warm as a good night's sleep. Kos loved that sweater. He grumbled a bit, and was about to move over to make sure that, if she didn't return the beloved old thing in good condition, she would be the one getting kicked off the ship while in orbit, but, thankfully, Cal intercepted him. He grumbled some more, hope, and yet not, that Ari would hear him. He put his large muscles to good use then, his powerful arms and hands tightening around the crates and his even more powerful back lifting them up from where they were, and he lugged them over to where he was indicated to do just that.<br/><br/>He was sweating a bit by the time he was finished, since the crates were rather heavy, and there seemed to be tons of them. He grabbed a towel and wiped his forehead, and turned to Cal," Done already, mu'm. What do yer have a fancy fer tuhnight?"