"Well, that's very particular," Jamila laughed as she pointed to the red bottle and caught it neatly off the air, snatching it and twisting the cap in one smooth motion all at once. She took for her first gulp, gasped refreshed, and screwed the cap back on. "Listen, let's put all the boxes in the room first before I let you decide. If we do everything here, I'll never be done here!"
So she took her jacket and wrapped the sleeves around her waist to knot, tightly. Then she started stacking boxes one after another, making sure they lined up straight before she moved on to the others. It was pretty mechanical work and if there was anything she was good at, it was mechanical. Muscle memory was one of her best friends.
"Okay, let's deal with the heavy boxes first," Jamila began as she walked to a side and went back with an empty delivery cart. "Put some here, and we'll roll it over up to the stockroom. And then you can tell me all about your job! How's it treating you?"