A short announcement blares over the terminal intercom, "Cart 3, Pick Up At Dock 15!" Gwynn eyes up from his datapad, taking a quick swig of coffee in the process. 'About time they got one of those lackeys to send a cart over here' Gwynn thinks to himself 'Traffic must be gearing up into full swing'. He takes another sip from his coffee bulb, eyeing down past his daily tasks to the steel boxes supporting him, 'The soon these crates are off my hands, the better'. A small observing bot comes to a hover near the sitting courier and splits out a small message "Apologies for the delay, a cart will be here for your pick up shorty." Gwynn grunts at the already known info, using his datapad to shoo the chatter box away. The chatter box seems to get the gesture and continues flying on it's previous route, playing an advertisement for some generic soda. Gwynn looks back down to his pad, polishing off his morning drink, 'the sooner, the better...'

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