[The biggest, meanest motherfucker on the ship walks into the library. 6'5", muscled like a fucking refrigerator, dressed in a hoodie, cargo pants and work boots. It glances around, eyes landing on Vance, and lets out an inarticulate grunt before walking over to look at a shelf of what's mostly young adult fiction right now, with some cowboy romance novels and a single well-worn copy of Finnegan's Wake.]