"Overseeing...?"

Gela's tone is vague, her voice trailing off — she's moving something from one place to another. Ah, but the place she was going to put it is occupied with something else, so first she has to move that. This has been her entire day so far. She spits a strand of hair out of her mouth. "Yes please. Can you hold this for a moment?"

'This' is a shut box, only slightly heavy.