After explaining where they had come from to Aunt May, Kraft and the others followed her out of the storeroom.
There was no rush to resolve Martin Lee's problem anyway, and Kraft hadn't helped out at the shelter in ages. It was a good chance to relive old times...
All right, actually, Angela had assigned Arale the task of helping Aunt May with her work. To keep her from tearing the shelter apart, Kraft had no choice but to stay close and keep an eye on her.
His attempt to pass the buck had failed spectacularly.
When the people at the shelter saw three unfamiliar children suddenly appear beside Aunt May, they were puzzled, but most didn't ask questions, merely offering friendly smiles. Aunt May easily brushed off the occasional curious inquiry.
That was the trust and respect Aunt May had built up over her years at the shelter. In Kraft's world, it was much the same: her word carried even more weight there than Dad Martin's.
"Next, we need to move this disinfectant over to that corner."
Aunt May had also heard Angela assign Arale her task earlier, and she was happy to play along with the two adorable little girls.
She picked up a box containing empty disinfectant containers and handed it to Arale.
"Here, Arale. You can help me carry this."
"Huh?"
Arale took the featherlight box and gave Aunt May a puzzled look.
Back in their own world, Alice had often taken Arale along to help Aunt May at the shelter. Knowing how strong she was, the other Aunt May certainly hadn't stood on ceremony. Arale had handled almost all the heavy lifting herself.
But after a second of puzzlement, Arale stopped worrying about it. To her, carrying an empty box and moving all the disinfectant