Aw, truly a sweetheart. Skulduggery pushes himself up, sitting with his legs free over the edge of the stage, and accepts the applause and potential criticism with equal amounts of grace.

"It is still happening. As to how it's going..." Mmm. Middling results. On the one hand, he feels like he's slightly more cognizant of his presence here on the ship, better than he had right after the timeline skip. On the other, he's unfortunately had to confront reality on a few too many occasions. People looking for answers after his text, or simply confused by his new face and... different attitude.

"Well, it is certainly going." He lifts the mic, tapping his finger against it. "Karaoke is one of the very, very few things on this ship that I can indulge in. And since I enjoy singing..." It makes sense to him, why he's here! It makes less sense why Max is here, honestly. But it's a good thing he is:

"Actually, assuming you're..." here, "Not busy, I was going to ask if you'd seen Ava anywhere. I..." Made a huge, awful mistake that only served to highlight his own fragile state of mind. "I... Well, it's complicated. I have something she dropped." In his jacket pocket, right next to his gun. Don't mind if he just goes ahead and reaches for the former, not the latter.