<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/What_if_captain_yasutora_sado_chad_by_courtneyluv7-d7pcir0.jpg)</div>Javier Moreno (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-KcSWk7kZZsgoko2pHdE4GQJg_aURahyylgJtxvQg78/edit)<br/><br/>Javier moved quietly out of the galley.  He might have been the biggest man there by at least a head, probably more, given that smaller people usually felt more at home in cockpits.  When Javier moved slowly and methodically like this, he barely made a sound.  He was like an elephant, a gentle giant who tended to accidentally sneak up on people.<br/><br/>The Hispanic man glanced around the table as he sat down his sausage and rice with gravy and the box.  He folded his hands and prayed quietly, then made the sign of the cross.<br/><br/>The ritual completed he looked around the lounge and counted quietly.  Then he spoke up, “I think I have a bottle for everyone.”  He put the box on the table and pulled out a frosty bottle of green glass.  “My cousin Eddie sent me a case of coke from Monterrey before we took off.  Mexican bottlers use sugar instead of corn syrup.  It's<em>so good</em>.”  Held up a few bottles and offered them around, pondering if he could come up with a good toast.