[Well, he had been, but not anymore. He slips his hands into his pockets, casual, and tries not to seem as anxious as he actually is.]
Why? What's going on?
[In all likelihood, it could be the usual spooks and strangeness of this world, but he's uneasy relying on that assumption. If there's some sort of fresh hell brewing on the ship, he'd like to know about it.]
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[Well, he had been, but not anymore. He slips his hands into his pockets, casual, and tries not to seem as anxious as he actually is.]
Why? What's going on?
[In all likelihood, it could be the usual spooks and strangeness of this world, but he's uneasy relying on that assumption. If there's some sort of fresh hell brewing on the ship, he'd like to know about it.]