Having turned 17, Hans was now a veteran of the crew and actually in charge of hull maintainance. Something of a hoarder, he made sure to always buy only the bare essentials with his shares of the loot the crew took - saving money for... whatever.<br/><br/>Recieving the bowl of broth from Charles, he perks his eyebrow at Charles' comment. He gets up from his seat and looks at the cook.<br/>"You recieve a bit too much help from the two of us to start getting sassy, Charles. And you spend enough time around Liz to know better."<br/>He walks out on Charles without giving him a chance to respond. He then takes the bowl o' broth to Elizabeth, finding her little 'cabin' and entering. Without knocking, because he knows she'll be covered up. As he enters, he puts the bowl right beside Elizabeth, smiling down at her.<br/>"I think Charles is a little grumpy because you're not there to help him out. He tried to give me sass when he delivered this."<br/>He grabs a spoon and nods at Elizabeth.<br/>"Try to sit up, you should eat."<br/>He sits down some distance away, as if to ensure she's eating her food.<br/>"Wouldn't want you to catch scurvy."<br/>He knocks back a swig of rum as he sits there. He usually doesn't drink much, but he has a small fill every now and again. Normally, he sells his rum rations to other crewmen.