She swiped a finger across the small screen in her hand, glowing a faint pink hue into the room. Checking off items as they arrived, confirming the IG Express's acquisition of each item. It was monotonous work, but she knew it could always be worse. She might have no work at all. That was a pleasant thought. As her eyes scrolled through the lists on the screen, one of the loaders tapped her on the shoulder. The woman was a manteera, an insectoid species from Querran. She was older, her skin beginning to toughen and mottle. Zara wondered how long she had been doing this job. It certainly couldn't offer decent retirement.
