Oddball didn’t mind it; she was a lady, a young lady, but still a lady. And, well, he couldn’t have her going and doing all the heavy lifting. Now could he. He chuckled some at her statement, that she should have told him that. “Ahh, guess not.” He smirked; he called all the woman on ship, Miss-something or another. Was just his way of respecting them, except Monica. She’d likely hit him if he started calling her, Miss Monica.
With that he headed back down to the box, and he stacked the ones that could be stacked, and still carried, and brought them to the lift. He placed them next to the others, and then headed back for the rest. He did this until all the boxes, and luggage was moved. Once he was sure he had it all, he got into the lift, pulled down the gate door [Similar to the lifts in loft apartments, only very shiny and in top working order.] He hit in the buttons to take them to the level below, the parts of the ship being seen out the gate cover, as the lift moved downward.