He gives her a hesitant smile back, his teeth gleaming purely by virtue of all being metal. He doesn't sit next to her, just stays standing and rocking on his feet.
"Cap'n 'n'crew. All'a them." He gives an awkward shrug and reaches up to scratch his head where it's healing. "How 'bout you?"
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"Cap'n 'n'crew. All'a them." He gives an awkward shrug and reaches up to scratch his head where it's healing. "How 'bout you?"