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Benedict seems to have stopped mid unpacking of his cooking equipment as the song continues on. He offers a faint smile towards Ashley. "Piacevole. Un suono perfetto." He immediately picks up his speed on whatever he's cooking. Before you even have time to start heading towards the captain's quarters, he tosses you something.
It's a simple sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and some unidentifiable meat. You take a small bite and- Woah, okay, that's good. Bread's not too chewy, lettuce and tomato are fresh, the meat has a nice smoky quality to it. You give Benedict a thumbs up. "Grazie." You mutter out the only District 7 phrase you actually know.
The beaming smile coming from him could've lit up the whole god damn City. "Piacere mio." If only you knew what the fuck he was saying. Oh well. You keep pecking away at the sandwich on your walk over to the captain's quarter. Despite only being a simple sandwich, you can feel it sticking to your ribs like a good hearty breakfast.
>+1 MAX FLESH FOR MISSION. CURRENT FLESH: 3/6
>+1 RESTRAINT! CURRENT RESTRAINT: 5/9.
The Captain's Cabin isn't much to behold, let alone speak about. Aside from a hallway with four doors, each marked "CAPTAIN", "QUARTERMASTER", "FIRST MATE", and "NAVIGATOR" (which you assume is their quarters), there's a fifth door at the end leading to the helm of the ship. Entering that shows that it's, well, another cramped room. It's filled with machines, panels, and other navigation devices you can't make heads or tails of.
A man in a tattered dress shirt, a woman in a bright orange sweater, and a Drone with a dull green jumpsuit are messing around with the devices in the room to keep the ship steering in the right direction. In the middle of the room is the ship's steering wheel that's being helmed by, well, who else would it be?
You glance out of the window at the front of the helm to check on your allies, given how none of the people in here are bothering to acknowledge you yet. Adam is keeping watch for anything approaching, though not without enjoying a nice sandwich and the melody Ashley is playing.
Lex is doing his best to help the various sailors dressed in brightly striped sailor outfits at the front of the ship. It's clearly taking a lot of strain to move the heavy wooden boxes and the odd, solitary containment cube to cargo storage but the sailors seem more than happy to have him assisting.
"I don't believe I need any assistance with steering this ship, lassie." Captain Abraham barks out at you. Glancing behind you, you see he didn't even bother to look at you when he said that. Feh.
"Why did you actually hire me?"
"Was there lubber in your ears when our mutual friend-"
You quickly interrupt him. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Protect from thieves, help fish, yada yada. But don't act like I don't know what that is." You point at the containment cube Lex is trying to push down into storage. "Some of the sailors on the harbor were saying some weird things as well."