[His whispering sounds like a draft of wind being pushed through a doorjam, but he tries.]
I think he's carving a pumpkin?
[He situates himself more behind the bulkhead at her urging, trying to make sure he plants his feet softly to keep anything on his belt from jangling.]
He doesn't know we're here. And he has his back to us.
[Or if he does Pratt can't tell, giving a soft grin, hey they did it! They snuck up on someone. Well so far anyway. Castor probably has a knife if he's carving a pumpkin, and he definitely has a spoon, which would be an embarrassing thing to get stabbed by.]
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I think he's carving a pumpkin?
[He situates himself more behind the bulkhead at her urging, trying to make sure he plants his feet softly to keep anything on his belt from jangling.]
He doesn't know we're here. And he has his back to us.
[Or if he does Pratt can't tell, giving a soft grin, hey they did it! They snuck up on someone. Well so far anyway. Castor probably has a knife if he's carving a pumpkin, and he definitely has a spoon, which would be an embarrassing thing to get stabbed by.]