The CargoTechs quickly spring into apathetic, obligate action, brimming with the vibrant enthusiasm of an opossum playing dead.

QuarterMaster: wh
QuarterMaster: Where exactly did you want this?
RedGiant: Huh?
QuarterMaster: What department, I mean.
RedGiant: Oh!

Your unfocused brain spirals through issues of physical space. What's the first department that springs to mind?

RedGiant: Medical needs bees, right? Bees are theraputic, almost like accupuncture...