"Lucky you! So, who else is on the ship?"
He repeated the question since he derailed the question the first time by commenting on the bracelet. He knew the roster was light after they lost a crew member and would be looking to fill the blank bunk. He looked back to the metric ton of stuff and hoped he got enough for everyone, he hated ever getting repeat gifts for people like knives for all the men and bolts of cloth for all the women. It was a hold over from his home planets traditions that gifts are exchanged by all, ones presence is presents enough, if there is a need for gifts, then everyone brings a gift and takes a gift in a round robin manner. As such whatever isn't gifts is actually the resupply requisitions for food, fuel and firepower. But it looks mighty impressive all the same and it was such a great thing to see the face of the gift-wrapper to get a crate of long-arm ammunition done like a present.