[ gaelio frowns. ] What kind of work did you used to do?

[ what's he. some kind of ... window-washer? technician? pilot? he can't really think of what the guy could've possibly been. in any case the people here are so ... diverse and this land is so strange that people can just be anyone. ]

It's just lifting. My height ought to be useful in some way. [ he hands off the planks to him, and scurries back with the rest of them after. ] In any case, forgive me - I'm not good with manual labour.