Kloer glanced at the note Gu Ning had given him, his gaze shifting between the Beastman and the Dwarf hybrid. He turned to the Beastman with a cold expression and asked,
"Is this yours?"
The corner of the Beastman's mouth twitched, though he didn't try to lie. "Supervisor Kloer, I'm in a real bind here. Besides, he's just a hauler. He can just go back and grab another one."
"WOOF!" The Dwarf hybrid snarled at him, baring its teeth.
"He hauls things, but not for you." Kloer scanned the Beastman's nameplate with his terminal, snatched the box of materials from his hands, and gave him a kick. "Scram and get your own. If I catch you breaking the rules again, you can expect to be written up."
The Beastman scurried away.
Kloer handed the box of materials back to the Dwarf hybrid. "All right, get back to work."
With his belongings back, the Dwarf hybrid was no longer frantic. He wagged his tail happily and let out a couple of barks at Gu Ning.
