"Yeah, all good here," Zin replied to Tora's inquiry, even as he gingerly flexed his arm at the elbow. It was hard to complain, given how close he'd come to getting a chair-induced facelift, but he felt like he'd just come out of a bar fight. There was a rush of wind and the slight brush of a feather, and Ingeb perched lightly on his shoulder as the woman in the disheveled shorts wondered as to where the others were. The bird made a soft cooing sound in her direction, prompting a rueful shake of Zin's head as Fiona came into view.<br/><br/>She looked about as good as everyone else, although she had the added bonus of smelling like coffee. Caught up in the aroma, it was a moment before Zin realized the speakers had come to life. He also noticed Aestria moving towards him before abruptly changing course. Expected.<br/><br/>Corentin's update wasn't exactly a barrage of great news, but at least the man was alive. What he needed a janitor for, Zin couldn't say, but he at least fit the requirement for being alive. He looked regretfully back at the huge mess he was going to have to clean up, but then he wondered if any of it would matter anyway, given that the ship seemed to be on its last legs. Still, it was all a big improvement over his former life.<br/><br/>He followed behind Aestria, keeping a respectful distance, and reached the cockpit soon after she did. He remained silent as he studied the blood that was currently decorating the bald man's face under his nose. He was about to ask about it when Tora's voice rang out, interspersed with static, to deliver more bad news.<br/><br/>"So…" Zin said quietly in the wake of the alarming announcement, "uh, here, man." He handed him a rag, as the former singer wasn't sure if the bleeding had stopped. And even if it had, there was still quite a bit of blood.