The waiting is the worst part for them to start the next leg of their delivery. He has to trust that their delivery drivers know what they're doing and if they're like any of the other proles he's met in the Service, they worked harder than any of the Vors he met. Hopefully that held true in this time as well.

"What I wouldn't give for a proper chrono," he grumbles and glances over at his companion. Wash looked far more... exhausted was putting it lightly. Ragged, drained. Should the man even be on this assignment with him? He frowns. "Wash?"