"Oh, I know," Stork intoned moodily when Solomon pointed out that there were microbes on everything. "Believe me, finding some antibacterial gel is high on my list of priorities, right after finding my ship and not freezing to death."

He scooted over a little when the necromancer sat, although it seemed to be in an effort of politeness as much as wanting to maintain any distance. "Oh... I'm Stork."