Alois watched the girl as she drank. His hands drumming against a support beam, eager to find something else to do other than wait. On the ship there was very little to do other than to well, conserve your energy, but then deckhands needed to to be alert in case the weather or surroundings change, which can happen rapidly at sea. He listened as she spoke, taking a few seconds to phrase his words in English. "No. I am not. My brother was here with me before. He left one day, disappeared at a remote seaside port," He spoke flatly, that was years ago, the most use he was then was scrubbing the decks, but now things were different, changing. He seeked to find a reason to live and for now, he admitted it could change, it was the thrill of adventure and to see the sights of the world. Perhaps she thought she was wondering if he'd sympathize with her, hoping they share a common trait. "No, I'm not kidnapped. I'm nothing like you."<br/><br/>He could intimidate her, toy with her fears. Fear was a useful tool, a horrible enemy though. But instead, he sat down opposite her, repeating his words, "Drink up." He was in no mood to mess around, though bored out of his mind to entertain the captive with a conversation. "You obviously haven't been at sea before."