The generous question contrasts sharply with the intimidating helmet of the voice's owner, forcing Nik to consider his answer even longer than he usually would. What interest could this Ubese possibly have in mopping floors? he wonders while slowly and deliberately replacing the dirty mop into its bucket, causing it to spill over as the micro-repulsors attempt to compensate. Well, we might as well have some fun with it, he decides.
"Sure, pal, that would be great," Nik says with a cautious smile. Wiping his hands on his jumpsuit, he leads his new assistant over to his cart, which hovers nearby. "You can do my favorite part, waxing!" he says with a smile, reaching into the cart to retrieve an unmarked can and another rag, handing them to the Ubese. "Just follow along behind me," he says, retrieving his mop, grinning to himself as he turns away.
"The name's Nep, Nik Nep. I've been hear a while. You plan on staying long?" he says, doing his best to at least be friendly before his mark discovers he's been fooled.