"'Bout the gist of it, yeah," Lucius agrees and they finally, finally reach the bottom of the stairs. The ship around them creaks and groans but the sounds are in metal. There's vibration running through the floor and, beyond the doors behind them there is an infirmary, morgue, and a whole lot of spooky fucking hallways that Lucius would really not poke through. He grimaces and picks up his slab of woodwork. Thankfully, the fall down the stairs hasn't snapped it in two.

"I mean, if they want something else, I haven't heard about it," Lucius tells him as he dusts off the barstool slab and checks for cracks. His traverse board is still largely in tact and he could not be more pleased.

"You've used on of these, yea? Good? Middling?" Lucius decides to ask on a whim and flips the board around to show him. It hasn't got pegs in but the vague notations are all cut into the wood. He has clearly taken painstaking effort to make sure the numbers and letters are not only legible but crisp. He also sucks at carving and all forms of carpentry. While the letters are nice, the outside edge is...has the general appearance of a child's drawing.