He sighed and shook his head at yet another cheeky assertion of consuming Cardamine. "Filtration mask, please. I prefer being me with no strings attached." Since he wasn't going to take a step further without said mask, his acquaintance had no choice to comply. And once provided with what he asked for, he tried to place it on his face neatly and did a good enough job of it. Not taking safety for granted, he first checked to see if the thing even worked. Which if it did, he'd signal to her by hand rather than words as if underwater.
"Go on then." Almost eagerness in his tone that time. In truth, there were several things he wanted to see on a ship of this scale. Techniques and methods of fabrication which he could note down for replication in the workshops later. His brain was racing in anticipation of the potential inspiration yet to come and the burden of making mental notes that wouldn't be swiftly forgotten. He knew the Outcasts would never be inclined to pay forward favors for free, and he'd never seen the inside of any of their larger vessels. Until now.
