[ Talking about it later's good; no sweat off his back. He's content to plod along in companionable silence, shooting her a thankful little smile as she brings the dolly to him.

Amos gently squats down — legs, not back — to deposit his charges onto it, indeed stacking humans as though they're crates. Or as best he can, considering how they don't neatly stack like crates do, but hey, he's doing his best...

And blinks up at Lottie when she brings up the part about him repping her stuff. ]

Really? [ There is still a person half-slung over his shoulder. He maneuvers himself to place them on the dolly, too. ] I mean, shit, if it'll help, sure. Think I've got a better rep in Highstorm these days — [ gee, who could guess why, as he's literally stacking Springstar denizens on top of one another on a dolly — ] but yeah, I'll do it. Your stuff looks good.

[ It sounds like a win for the both of them? He doesn't know what an influencer is but yeah, he could totally be an influencer.

And, the first batch of would-be shoppers loaded up on the dolly as best as he's gonna get them there, Amos rights himself. Looks around. ]

Where were you gonna wheel 'em out? Might take a couple of trips.

[ Which he's game for! Just gotta take care of these ones first. ]