Garrett squinted down at the box in his hands gloomily. "Knowing my luck, probably something expensive and irreplaceable," he muttered, before perking up. "But since Anders was the one who packed it, it's probably his fault if something is broken." The thought was an immensely cheering one. Still, this presented a logical problem of its own-- if just jiggling the package was enough to set its contents rattling, clearly it wasn't fit to be strapped to the back of a motorbike.

Not having his hands free, he used his chin to gesture vaguely back down the corridor. "Do you mind coming with me to the lab so I can repack this? I think we have a few more drawers of bubble wrap somewhere..." Unless Anders had given it to his cat to play with. "It shouldn't take long."