Klaus holds up their hands. “Sorry, geez.” Maybe more like Five. “I wasn’t trying to do that.” But what the fuck do they even have to talk about? Maybe music? Does he even like music? Probably doesn’t even know about karaoke.

“Do you like music?” That could possibly be a better conversation? “Or like whatever?” A beat. “Oh! There’s a knife club on board! That might be more your speed.”