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Melvin winced and covered one ear that was facing toward's Rep's end of the table. "I didn't hear about that. Is that what the commotion on deck was about?"

"Oh cool! That sounds like fun. Did anything exciting ever happen?" Heidi had never met a paranormal investigator before becoming a Hunter, though there had been a professional team like twenty minutes from where she lived. This was exciting! He purposely worked with ghosts and stuff!

Ohhh. He was seasick. Riiiight. "Eh, it's just blood on the ground. I think if it'd, like, been splashed on me or something I'd have been bothered..." She paused a moment to just imagine this...and then promptly picked up her glass of water to drink away the feeling of disgust. "Uhhh the..third menu set. It had the most things that sounded familiar to me." She heard Tuck order a sprite and felt him tug her hand and she giggled. "And I'm apparently getting a sprite. Thank you, Tuck~."

Heidi turned back to Harland again. "I've never been on a cruise before. You either?"

"No thank you," he replied succinctly, still hidden behind the menu. Maybe it was the seasickness, or maybe it was the fact that he'd been digging his hand around a pool of congealing blood and brain matter. Or maybe it was that a painting had eaten the person sitting beside him. He wasn't hungry.

It didn't seem to be the first or last time today that the things Mimsy said made less sense than usual. He hesitated at first to acknowledge her, wondering if she would snap at him again even if he tried to help. He settled for silence, and for shrugging off the suit coat he had been wearing loosely over his shoulders. He stood up briefly and draped it over the back of her chair, taking special care to cover Kostya's hand with it. If she actually needed it, it would be there.

It was technically hers anyway.

With lips pursed, the Moon pondered moving to give his jacket to Mims-

Lucky. With bland disinterest, he watched Lucky with nearly glassy eyes as he settled on a mockery of kindness. With a scoff beneath his breath, and a muttered phrase about what he hoped Lucky's mother did with donkeys in Russian-- just loud enough for him to hear it-- the Moon picked the jacket up and draped it over Mimsy's shoulders.

"You missed," he said to Lucky, each word clipped.

"Hey look at that. Your tie's loose."

Harrison took the knot and fiddled with it before adjusting it.

"We're gonna talk about this later."

Ohh, there were a lot of people in this area now.

It wasn't that he was an antisocial kind of guy (totally was), or a bit of an a*****e (totally is), he just wasn't very well settled in a group hat spoke a language he was still trying to grasp. Clearing his throat a little, he lightly leaned against Ian when he put his arm on the frenchman's shoulder, sipping his wine lightly.

"Pleasure is all mine." He answered Marcus lightly, giving him a grin, before turning to look at Cass, giving her a soft nod in welcome, before looking around again, allowing himself to sink in to the talking once more, bright eyes scanning around.

Hearing a slightly familiar voice, he perked up a bit, catching sight of Stormy, and went to clear his throat, going to attempt to grab her attention. "Stormy, Stormy, viens ici." He called out, before lightly showing his phone to her. "I never got your number, couldn't text you, non?" He asked lightly, hoping he wasn't too forward.

Tuck did hear Fedora, and he gave the woman a large, dimpled smile. "Enjoy it while it lasts, cuz I'm sure we're goin' back to" he lowered his voice and mouthed the words MINIPET POOP, "after all this is done."

He wasn't exactly sure what was going on with Lucky and Mimsy and Kostya, but he did know that he was worried about Mimsy.

"SO."

Tuck cleared his throat.

"Mimsy, what's your favorite constellation or whatever, you got a favorite space cloud? You ever seen that movie Armageddon?" Tuck paused.

"AND I DON'T WANNA MISS A THAAAAANG."

He gestured briefly.

"You know the one. You think somethin' like that could ever happen? You know what I don't get? Black holes. You know much about black holes?"

Tuck glanced at Fedora, his voice reverent.

"Mimsy's a genius, you know."

He never let go of Heidi's hand.