Zin didn't exactly understand Tora's instructions, mostly because he didn't know what she meant by 'something weird'. If he had to identify something as such, he'd probably have chosen the thing she said about fetishes. He had no idea where that came from, but if he really examined his own past he probably didn't have much room to judge. Luckily he couldn't really remember much of his own history.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Cocaine's a hell of a drug.</span><br/><br/>"I'm just a janitor, probably not much use with a weapon," he said in what he thought was a convincing tone, "but I'm decent with a mop. Brooms too, although I don't like the wide ones, they aren't good for maneuverability.  Anyway, I'll go ahead and do that, or something. Cheers," he concluded, and then he was leaving, even as he inwardly decided that the most troubling thing about the situation they were in was the fact that the galley was a mess after he'd spent so long making the damn place spotless.<br/><br/>If Tora was indeed the new captain (it really didn't matter to him either way), he'd be sure to follow instructions. "Clear each room, she said," he told himself quietly as he rummaged through a maintenance closet that looked like its contents had been subjected to a large blender. "I will do just that."<br/><br/>With a look of triumph, he hefted the broom (a good one, not one of the bulky abominations) and propped it up on a shoulder before heading towards the deck he was supposed to start working his way from. A few moments passed before he heard a familiar screech and felt the light weight of Ingeb landing on his shoulder. "What do you want, man? I'm trying to do my job," he told the bird, only mildly irritated.<br/><br/>Mild irritation morphed into something much worse when the creature's powerful beak nipped his ear. He cried out and swatted at it, missing as the falcon took off for a moment before landing again, this time jerking its head towards an alcove opposite him. "One day I am going to fry you, and serve you with mashed potatoes," he told the bird, who chuckled in response to his threat as they moved in the direction Ingeb indicated.<br/><br/>"Of course. A weapons cache. You are insufferable, you know that?" He opened the metal box mounted to one of the walls (a good feature, given the state of all the items that hadn't been bolted down) and surveyed the contents. "Hey, Fiona! There are guns here," he called, projecting his voice loudly into the corridor he'd just left behind. He could be incredibly loud when he wanted to be, although he tried his best to keep the singing at a minimum.