Hans takes the plate and nods.<br/>"Give me a few minutes."<br/>He steps up to the mess hall, dodging large sailors in order to get the stuff back. As he enters the kitchen, the cook scoffs at him with a crooked smile.<br/>"What, you actually got her to eat up? Good work, bloke, you'll turn out right, I think."<br/>Hans scratches the back of his head.<br/>"Yeah, thanks. Listen, I was curious - what's to become of the girl?"<br/>The cook looks at him, mirroring Hans' gesture by scratching the back of his own hairless head.<br/>"I don't rightly know, bloke. The captain seems to think we can sell 'er to some creep, but there ain't no money to be gained on th' girl before she grows a bit... No' to mention th' fact that some o' the blokes aboard are rather... Sour about the whole human trafficking thin'."<br/>Hans thinks about it. Not really familiar with the concept of sex, he has no idea what the chef meant by 'selling her to some creep'. But he understood the concept of slavery, he had heard murmurs about that among the working class in Oslo. He nods at the chef.<br/>"Thank you. Excuse me, please, I have to... Get new chores."<br/>He races down to the girl, again dodging the gruffer members of the crew. As he reaches her, he approaches slowly, gently.<br/>"Elizabeth? Elizabeth, I talked to the chef."