Rhys has to lean in pretty close to get a good grip on Gortys, but once she's cradled safely into the crook of his arm, he steps back into his cabin.

"Thank your for bringing her. It looks like it's just body damage-- um, could you just, scootch that onto a chair for me or something?"

Rhys nods to the half built prosthetic arm on the desk. He needs the work space, so congratulations, Lark, you've just been awarded the role of lab tech.

"Don't worry, Gortys. You just relax in there, pretend you're having a nap. We'll get you out in no time."