"You're going to be plenty cold in Sharo. I hope you have enough duty to go around." Trent waved him off casually as he left and thought to himself, 'I don't think I've got a GMO for Sharo.' He kept his arm crossed and said, "Mark. Arctic GMO."
Mark froze. "We don't have one of those yet. I haven't made one. Let me do that now." Mark said pulling up the program to create GMO's.
"Good." Pushing his weight forwards after SINN, Trent followed.