It's an interesting predicament that he's found himself in, but Vanitas wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouse-- or however that saying goes. He wanders the pool deck with a carefree gait, snooping about the ship to get an idea of how or why he'd ended up here. There are a lot of interesting sights to see and things to investigate, but it's a man stripping down to enter the pool that catches his eye.

He stalks over towards the edge of the pool, leaning over to look down at Trevor with bright, curious blue eyes. He lets out a low whistle, as if impressed by the man's gal to treat a public swimming pool like it's a bathtub.

"You know..." he trails off, eyeing the grime that is beginning to turn the water around him murky, "You're usually supposed to wash off before getting into the pool. Is that blood?" He sounds about as delighted by that possibility as he is surprised by it.