“Oh! Of course – just a moment,” Sanctuary says, backing away from the window and into the room. He has a good bit of height over Genesis compared to where she stands on the ground outside - from her vantage, she cannot see the barely-conscious Orc tangled around Sanctuary’s feet. He catches a foot on Goma’s leg and stumbles as he moves for the bushel of squash. “Sorry–!” he blurts as Goma bolts upright, startled awake by the kick, “Uh – Sorry I kept them waiting…” 

    Goma looks on from her seat on the floor as Sanctuary carries the squash to the window. “...Just got a little sidetracked,” continues Sanctuary.