"Well mostly cuz I live here and like, if you're gonna start fucking shit up that's sorta my problem, yeah?" He gestures to himself and the very obvious deputy uniform, not that he has jurisdiction on a magical horror cruise, but that's not the point here.

"Aight aight, fine. You just look like... well, a cultist. Sorta. And I should know."

His hackles are still raised, is he gonna have to go piss in the corners of the ship to mark his cult territory like the werecougar did?