Galo leans back a little and crosses his arms as he studies the bots. "Six is already a bunch of trips back and forth." He says at last with a slight furrow of his eyebrows. "So that's a solid ball park number for now?"

He checks his SCA and sets up a small ping for himself for this spot. Last thing he wants is to get lost as fuck trying to get back here. He checks the staff strapped to his back to make sure it will stay and leans over the pen, scooping up a bot.

"There's a station I just repaired and cleared out not far,." He pauses again. He has to double check one last detail. "Do I just...set it down and gets on with its day?"