Grace was one of the types he couldn't immediately get a read on, which discomfited him. He didn't like not being able to guess what someone was about to do. She seemed just as nervous as he was, though, although he couldn't fathom why. Her abrupt departure both startled and relieved him, and he relaxed slightly. She seemed intent on protecting him, but again, he didn't understand why. He stayed where he was and tried not to fidget, and instead thought. He could just leave the room, but that seemed counterproductive, since the ship was in air. He was essentially stuck, since they knew about him and he had no avenue of escape. He just had to hope they were friendly, or that he would survive long enough to escape.<br/><br/>The two women returned as quickly as they had left. What they said gave him some measure of relief- although he wasn't really sure why they were so bent on monitoring their language around him. He wasn't even that young. He was like seventeen, probably. When they mentioned the captain, however, he froze. It was one thing if they wanted to help him. If the captain decided he didn't want to, he was as good as dead. He swallowed. "Okay," he managed, as he wasn't in a position to refuse.<br/><br/>They arrived at the captain's room with relative speed, as the two practically frogmarched him there. It was spacious, though not the largest captain's room he had stood in. Multiple shelves were lined with odd baubles of varying worth, from precious gemstones to glorified trinkets. However, the man in the center of the room was much more imposing. His face was primarily swallowed by a huge white beard, and the rest of him seemed to consist of muscle with clothing stretched across it. The captain eyed him- or at least he thought he had, as he couldn't actually see the man's eyes- and rumbled, "so this is what all the fuss is about?"