Hmmm... tough crowd, Nick thought to himself. Usually there was some reaction, an eye roll, a firm "Fuck off," a blush, a smile or something other than indifference. Had she not heard him? His memories played over the last couple minutes and yes, she had heard him. There might have been a slight language barrier but he hadn't said something that could've been misinterpreted.
Hmm indeed. He'd known right off the bat that she was going to be a challenge but he appreciated challenges. It made the reward so much sweeter.
Walking over to her, he plucked the crate from her hand and silently sat it down where she wanted it. With his bare hands, he pried back the slats, grinning to himself. "Frah-gee-lay. Must be Italian," he joked. His grin faltered a bit at Sabbah's blank stare. "It's from a movie. The father's opening a crate and he mispronounces fragile. You kinda have to watch it, it's funnier in context. Ok so I have no idea what any of this stuff is but I'm sure we can wing it. I don't see any instructions anyway, not that I'll need them. I'm good at anything I do."