no such thing as getting out of hand — open, weekly tasks

[abbr=info]♡[/abbr] There were a lot of things Caboose didn't understand about these ..... people. That's not unusual. Caboose wasn't known for understanding much at all. The problem with that was that Caboose refused to ask questions a good half of the time. That or he asks too many questions. Caboose barely understands how he ended up here, though, so questions would be better. But no. Caboose decides to go on his usual route of pretending that he knew exactly what was going on. He wasn't good at pretending though. At all.
"I ... definitely know what that is," Caboose says as he approaches, doing his very best to sound like he does get it. He fails pretty miserably, but he doesn't seem aware of that as he tilts his chin up. He got something from this? Task? Like an order? Or was it something else entirely? The look of poorly-concealed, complete puzzlement was, luckily for Caboose, covered by his helmet. "I will take one of ... whatever it is!" Well, at least he was trying to use an inside voice. Still, he glances between the two people who were already here, a little uncertainly. He's honestly taking his cues from them, even though he has next to no idea who anyone here is.