"That's right," Utrov said with affection. "I don't bother you, and you don't kick me through the wall. We get along just fine, eh?"
His companion snorted softly and rolled her eyes.
She wasn't the kind of individual you expected to run into on your first day of serving as supply officer for a remote outpost. It just went to show, you never knew.
A shift in the pitch of the cabin signaled that they were descending. She didn't like it. Utrov got a glimpse out the window of forest and a structure that must have had 'ominous' written on the blueprints next to the dimensions before he turned back to the primary concern.
"It's all right," he soothed, patting the 'cargo' on the shoulder. "We'll be on the ground soon, and all you'll have to deal with is whyever the hell somebody sent for you in the first place."
She didn't find this amusing, but didn't try to bite him. The satisfactory state of relations continued until they touched down.
Utrov opened the door and jumped down into the sunlight, turning back to coax the other to daintily disembark.
"Somebody order a horse?" he called.