Let me be first to admit I'm not clear on what exactly is happening here. I believe the tiny pachydermnaut's rocketpack's busted. So he's sought the help of a lady space mechanic to address the issue. But she's in a panic, not expecting a visit from a mammal that flies (though her job and environs would suggest otherwise).
Bizarre, and poorly composed. Let's agree: I shouldn't draw when jetlagged/high on coffee.
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