[Saint Walker makes a private note to ask what, exactly, serving Space entails, more out of simple curiosity than anything else. He knows very little about Kanaya, after all, and always delights in finding out more. Even better is the fact that she does precisely what he had been planning on doing himself, and is talking to the man instead of simply grabbing the chairs and running.]

If you are not able to procure such things, as I am well aware that it is not, technically, your job, worry not, my friend, [he says, the unintentional Good Cop to Kanaya's Bad Cop.] I do hope, however, that taking some much needed seating for our fellow imPorts is not too large an imposition. You see, there are those of us who require a place of respite, particularly those that have a habit of standing out at a place such as this.

[It's clear what he means, and a little unfair to the convention worker; it's hard to argue when you're faced with one bug man, and a giantess with horns.]

But... these seats need to be accounted for, [he says, clearly not wanting to take responsibility for this. He is not paid enough for this. Nobody is.]

Oh, that has a very simple solution! [Saint Walker says brightly.] We will account for them! Will that be acceptable?