"Sure Broadshield, one moment please." Foxtrot replies, looking over to Nivalia. "Niv, blanket."
"Can you send them in?" Nivalia's voice is heard. The changeling becomes too distracted by the sculpture. "We're making art."
Foxtrot rolls his eyes before looking over to Ocean Spray, "Hey buddy, hold up. We got some extra if you want one. Head over to the booth and my sis will give you a blanket." With that addressed, he returns his attention back to Broadshield, "So, what's up?"