[It's like the moment he agrees, some part of him uncoils. Relaxes. Like he's finally being given a chance to make things right. Even in some small way.]

[He ducks his head, before picking up the cargo again, a little too easily.]

I'll drop this off and take you down. Okay?

[Before he elaborates:] Your sister. Three guys from the Garrison. We kind of fell into this, to be honest.