"Maybe you should start with...say...food? Hm?" Lucius says as he stands upright and lets out a huff of a groan. He's not meant for this sort of labor. He misses Wee John, Fang, and Ivan. He's not about to complain, not when Captain already did, but he can certainly agree in his head.

"Some water?" he suggests and offers up the plastic bottle of water Ed had thrown at his head.

Now that he's awake and the razor edge of startled adrenaline has worn down a bit, Lucius actually finds himself more relaxed then before. Captain's awake, he's well enough to complain about Lucius's inability to (literally) hoist a full grown man, and now he wants a drink. If it weren't for the fact that his shoes are ruined and Blackbeard is going to murder him in his sleep, he'd be over the moon.

"Oh! But I do have some good news!" Lucius announces proudly and moves to the dresser.

He heaves out the top drawer and, with minimal fanfare, produces the clothing he'd stripped off of Stede when they brought him in. Thanks to modern laundry facilities and those little gel pods, he's gotten it all so clean it's almost uncanny. There had been enough little holes in his shirt, though, that it was faster to embroider a smocked pattern in the back then repair them all individually...so it's nearly a new shirt, as well.