"It's quite good," says Arthur, just as light. A little more genuinely light than before, now that Crichton has answered his pressing question.
The drawer is full of food. Rather, full of what can safely be assumed to be food, wrapped in tinfoil, or wax paper, or tissue: we may live on a ship where nothing rots, but we aren't animals. Two wheels of cheese cased in colourful wax will be the most identifiable items, along with a large glass jar of pickled onions. There's a faint smell of charcuterie meats, presumably from the wrapped packages. A lonely pair of socks tucked in towards the side suggests what this drawer held in a previous life, before it was taken over in a mad raid of the cheese shop.
As a bonus datapoint, there are also a lot of bottles of water in the bathroom, briefly visible before the door closes behind Arthur. They're just casually sitting there; after all, doesn't everyone have a water bottle or two, or five, or twenty, lying around? How many can you stack on one another, like wine bottles in an alcoholic's cellar, before you admit you have a problem and go get a bunker like all the other preppers?
When Cass looks up, she might get to enjoy a quick jumpscare, as Arthur appears to be looking right at her. But it's only because the slight sound of the drawer has caught his attention. His eyes wander somewhere else a moment later, since his actual focus is on running a hand along the wall from the doorframe until he finds and grabs his cane.
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The drawer is full of food. Rather, full of what can safely be assumed to be food, wrapped in tinfoil, or wax paper, or tissue: we may live on a ship where nothing rots, but we aren't animals. Two wheels of cheese cased in colourful wax will be the most identifiable items, along with a large glass jar of pickled onions. There's a faint smell of charcuterie meats, presumably from the wrapped packages. A lonely pair of socks tucked in towards the side suggests what this drawer held in a previous life, before it was taken over in a mad raid of the cheese shop.
As a bonus datapoint, there are also a lot of bottles of water in the bathroom, briefly visible before the door closes behind Arthur. They're just casually sitting there; after all, doesn't everyone have a water bottle or two, or five, or twenty, lying around? How many can you stack on one another, like wine bottles in an alcoholic's cellar, before you admit you have a problem and go get a bunker like all the other preppers?
When Cass looks up, she might get to enjoy a quick jumpscare, as Arthur appears to be looking right at her. But it's only because the slight sound of the drawer has caught his attention. His eyes wander somewhere else a moment later, since his actual focus is on running a hand along the wall from the doorframe until he finds and grabs his cane.