Though he wasn't a simple man, Torgeir felt like she was talking in riddles and fantasy, but he also wanted this so quietly nodded and hoped she just didn't read his mind. Grinning, he closed his eyes and emptied out all his thoughts and just focused on the black within his eyesight. Imagining the crates, he then thought about a hand picking them up and moving the load toward the open cargo bay. Opening his left eye momentarily, they remained in place mocking him. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his open lid and again tried to focus even more of his mental ability, trying his best to believe that he could do this regardless of how amazing and fanciful it seemed. Moments lingered as he pushed everything he could muster into the feat, hearing the droids performing what he couldn't in the background, moving to and fro from the supplies to the ship's cargo bay.

Sweat beaded on his forehead with the effort and he again opened his eyes. Nothing.

Getting frustrated, his hands now on his hips, Torgeir shook his head. This shouldn't be so hard, he thought. Especially if she could do it. Steel-blue eyes looked at Lilaena, "I understand what you said, but you're making it sound so much easier than it is."