Fixing the helmet over his snouted head, Zhi nods and stands again, hefting up his duffel bag and mining pick from where he dropped them closely, starting to make his way for the airlock. [i]"Yeah, well ...We all do and Grandma's gonna be pissed at how late I am and that I didn't go with her shipment, so you're not the only one, come on..."[/i]