[Max waits patiently for Dead Bird Guy, which he's decided to conveniently name him, though he's not exactly looking forward to the company. When he does finally arrive, Max moves from sitting to standing quickly enough, as if he's uncomfortable with the prospect of someone upright moving toward him while he's at ground level (hint: he is). But he doesn't seem too utterly unfriendly once the guy starts talking. No smiles, but no deep frowns.
He glances to the bag, and nods with a small sound that implies some semblance of gratitude.]
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He glances to the bag, and nods with a small sound that implies some semblance of gratitude.]
He was near cargo holds. Job I was working.
[So yes.]
Got under a wheel, wrong time n' place.