Trauma wasn't something unfamiliar to Wrex. Even disregarding the dreams and the thousand years of warfare he'd engaged in, he was familiar with trauma. Both dishing it out and watching those around him receive it. War was in his blood, and though he tried to distance himself from it, it always would be.
Wrex was tall, and he looked down gruffly at Hela as he approached, and took in the boxes. He took her hand and grinned back. "Welcome to Urdnot Ranch, Miss. Dr. Hussain is off today, so you'll be getting the tour from me."
Faiza had been ecstatic at the news. She loved what she did here, but it was a hard job to do alone.