It wasn’t hard to get the kid to the dining area, he seemed more scared than anything. This, of course, made Yondu’s job much easier as it meant he was less likely to fight him on the way. Yondu could easily just pick the kid up and carry him where he wanted, and a few kicks and punches sent his way wouldn’t do any damage, but if the kid cooperated, why not work with that.<br/><br/>Judging by the time, the shifts would be switching soon and the dining area would soon be filling with Ravagers who wouldn’t mind tasting Terran for the first time. Yondu would have to keep an eye on the brat. There were already a few there, either finishing up and heading to their stations, or just arriving for something to eat before catching a few hours of rest.<br/><br/>“Sit here, I’ll be right back.” Yondu pushed the kid into one of the chairs at an empty table and went off to see what the cook had. It ended up being some sort of soup made from whatever had been left of the supplies. They would need to dock soon to restock. Carrying two bowls back to the table, Yondu slid one to the kid.<br/><br/>“Eat up, kid.” The captain could feel the stares of the others, but they should be use to their captain taking care of the kids they picked up by now, why would this one be any different just because he was the first Terran? Glaring at them, and watching as they turned back to their own bowls of soup, Yondu shook his head and looked back to the kid.