Okie passes him a plate, the pair of scissors, and a marker quietly before going back to pinning fabric. There isn't exactly an on ship fabric store, so he's substituting dismembered sweatshirts for wadding.

"Truth be told, Mr. Smith, I went down so fast I barely realized what happened." His tone is almost worryingly okay for what it is he's talking about. "Could almost say I got off lucky." This is where the cracks show. His voice tightens for just that one sentence.

"Must've sucked more for you, havin' to see it all after."