[It's sheer luck that her room is on deck four, and therefore the same deck as the entrance to Carnival. Less of a walk before she can get inside, disarm and fall into bed
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[And who better to run into than her favorite chain-smoking Irishman? He'd been wandering aimlessly, attempting to make sense of the recent comm posts and a little eager to see what was happening for himself when he spotted Nel across the deck.
That she's battered and worn does not sit well with him. He falls into step beside her, shooting the woman a slightly worried glance.]
[It speaks volumes about her state of mind that her instinct upon sensing someone on the approach is to reach for the daggers she was too paranoid to leave in bed.
Nel recognizes Joe as he gets closer. Her knuckles drag listlessly against her thigh guards as they drop from the hilts. Without realizing it, her shoulders square out in an attempt to appear more in control.]
[Joe frowns and takes a drag. He might of only known her a few months, but the man can read her better than she might think. Her body language is not missed, nor is the subject change.]
Meth Rezza askin' fer teams? Aye.
[A beat.]
Guessin' the lot of ye that went in are responsible for the ship shakin' all of a sudden?
[The troll is on his way to the buffet too. He's still in his armor, he's still covered in the humming man's bile, and he's still on edge. His hands remain close to his swords at all times and he's sure he's going to be paranoid of the sound of humming for the rest of the week.
For now though, he's going to focus on getting some damn food in him.]
[Take comfort, Kevas. Nel hums when she's alone on her best of days, but this is as far from her best day as it can get.
She's in no rush to get there. Her first trip, she hardly ate a thing. Too much on her mind. This is more than an hour after that attempt at refueling and Nel has decided not to dishonor herself by starving. The less empty her stomach, the less likely she is to go comatose bedding for the night.
It's REALLY good to see Kevas healthy in the buffet, if a bit... smelly.]
[Kevas stares at the food in the buffet but doesn't actually pick anything. It's not that he can't decide on what to eat, after all everything is likely to taste weird as hell anyway, but he has so much on his mind that he's having trouble finding his appetite.
He knows he should eat. That trip into Carnival took quite a bit out of him, but all he can think about is what's going to happen next. They saved Mother. Things should be better now. Instead it's only gotten worse. Kevas wonders if Mother's condition is linked to the status of the boat. Perhaps as she recovers the boat will too.
Nel's voice breaks his train of thought and he turns to face her.]
[Xanxus is also heading over to the buffet, looking rather lethargic as well as pretty damn pissed off. The library's gone, half of Sergei's is gone... What a great fucking day this is. He's just lucky he got out of the library before it was too late, and was smart enough to take his projects with him. Too bad most of them are going to be near impossible to finish now.
And, well, since Sergei's may not be a safe place to eat anymore according to Remy, Xanxus is going to the buffet instead. He's not really paying attention, so he accidentally brushes his arm a bit roughly against Nel's as he passes her. And he just keeps on walking.]
[Another time and place and Nel would have given Xanxus the evil-eye but went on her way. Not worth the melodrama, right?
But this is just about the shittiest day she's had on the ship, her self-control is frayed as all hell, and as a rule, Nel doesn't like to be touched by random strangers.
He bumps into her and she moves reflexively. The hand opposite him snaps out, clamping his bicep like iron.]
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That she's battered and worn does not sit well with him. He falls into step beside her, shooting the woman a slightly worried glance.]
You alright, lass?
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Nel recognizes Joe as he gets closer. Her knuckles drag listlessly against her thigh guards as they drop from the hilts. Without realizing it, her shoulders square out in an attempt to appear more in control.]
Fine, Jos-- Joe. Did you catch the crew message?
[Subject change.]
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Meth Rezza askin' fer teams? Aye.
[A beat.]
Guessin' the lot of ye that went in are responsible for the ship shakin' all of a sudden?
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Nel starts to nod, but hesitates, narrow-eyed from exhaustion and worry at knowing so little in the broad scheme of things.]
We may have been. Mother was ensnared in a ... trap of some kind. Near dead. Freeing her rocked the boat.
[Her eyes shut for two seconds.] Did anything else happen up here?
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For now though, he's going to focus on getting some damn food in him.]
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She's in no rush to get there. Her first trip, she hardly ate a thing. Too much on her mind. This is more than an hour after that attempt at refueling and Nel has decided not to dishonor herself by starving. The less empty her stomach, the less likely she is to go comatose bedding for the night.
It's REALLY good to see Kevas healthy in the buffet, if a bit... smelly.]
Eating well?
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He knows he should eat. That trip into Carnival took quite a bit out of him, but all he can think about is what's going to happen next. They saved Mother. Things should be better now. Instead it's only gotten worse. Kevas wonders if Mother's condition is linked to the status of the boat. Perhaps as she recovers the boat will too.
Nel's voice breaks his train of thought and he turns to face her.]
As well as I can.
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Kevas, it's about time you met Mother Hen again. She'll be sliding into view across from him and pinning Kevas with an unrelentingly concerned stare.]
Pick something high in fat and sugar.
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And, well, since Sergei's may not be a safe place to eat anymore according to Remy, Xanxus is going to the buffet instead. He's not really paying attention, so he accidentally brushes his arm a bit roughly against Nel's as he passes her. And he just keeps on walking.]
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But this is just about the shittiest day she's had on the ship, her self-control is frayed as all hell, and as a rule, Nel doesn't like to be touched by random strangers.
He bumps into her and she moves reflexively. The hand opposite him snaps out, clamping his bicep like iron.]
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Let go.
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Watch it.
[She squeezes, to make the point that his height and his attitude don't frighten her-- but she lets go. Guard's up.]
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