You can keep your beetroot stains to yourself too. [Look, this is some weird shit they've landed themselves in. He has no idea what's coming... it's hard to not feed on the paranoia, to get antsy about what's coming.

But Steven's not wrong-- they're not finding all the answers today, or figuring out what the hell they're doing here.

... But killing the captain and commandeering the boat is an option, he doesn't care what Steven says.]

Don't jinx us, Steven. [He nods towards his plate.] Finish eating, then we're checking out that bar.

[He's not sure how he feels about these activities, but... maybe if Steven doesn't drag him off for anything ridiculous.]

Just don't suggest something like a couples' spa visit or I'm gonna think about throwing myself overboard.

[Well, maybe not really. Not if they've got a sauna or something.]