There are only a few voices so distinct that could stop Edward in his tracks, and one of those belongs to Izzy Hands. He doesn't turn immediately- everything he's encountered thus far on this ship has been a fucking haunting and why should this be different? He's prepared for the worst when he finally does turn and face his first mate, his eyes piercing and dark, a frown painted black with kohl.

His brow twitches and furrows slightly, scanning the other man head to foot before speaking. He isn't happy with Izzy. Not really. Things have been set back in order, but Mr. Hands has a whole lot of ass kissing to do if he ever wants his Captain's respect again. Edward smiles. It isn't a smile that should set anyone at ease.

"Basilica."