Chase can't really handle things like this--she doesn't know how, for one--and she's been living on a space ship herself all her life--but this kindly gentlemen (even if he was a bit short) was clearly unaccustomed.
She bites her lip, worry showing on her face before she sets the clipboard aside carefully and walks up to the poor man, awkwardly reaching tiny hands upwards. She gets as far as the other's bare shoulder and proceeds to awkwardly pat him twice in a vague attempt to be comforting.
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He's quite distressed.
Chase can't really handle things like this--she doesn't know how, for one--and she's been living on a space ship herself all her life--but this kindly gentlemen (even if he was a bit short) was clearly unaccustomed.
She bites her lip, worry showing on her face before she sets the clipboard aside carefully and walks up to the poor man, awkwardly reaching tiny hands upwards. She gets as far as the other's bare shoulder and proceeds to awkwardly pat him twice in a vague attempt to be comforting.
"Would a puzzle help?"