Thrift walks up to his ship and swipes a datapad from a shelf extending from it’s side.
“Can’t say yes or no from memory, I’m afraid,” he says, “but I’ll check this here inventory and…”
The junkion’s voice trails off as he reads the list on the pad’s screen, raising an eyebrow a couple times as he sees some items he’d forgotten he had.
“Wait, I have one of those? Huh… hope nobody’s looking too hard for that…”
“What’s that element’s half-life again…?”
“Boy howdy, I sure hope I’ve got the casing for that, else-… yeah, I’m sure we’re fine…”
Shockwave looks up from his wounds, realizing who he was speaking to.
“What is it?” he asks.