Looking at Will a bit awkward the feminine man spoke carefully. "It was no trouble. I was on the desk anyway but suffering combat paralysis. I couldn't do anything, so I wanted to help out in any way I could." Though he said this seriously, the strength he had already displayed begged to differ on being able to do something. "Anyway, I just acted on impulse." He smiled a bit, holding the rope, slipping against the wall as a pair of crewmen passed Will and the crewman. "I should get to work again, look, I didn't mean to make a fuss, alright? I'm C-" He paused and looked away. "Cross." He nod his head looking at Will seriously. "Ser Knight, there are people who fight and people who dont fight. Even those who dont fight try to support the ones that do however, and the look of a knight is one a fellow should respect."<br/><br/>He cleared his throat. "Anyhow, I best get going." As he rushed on again, Will could see a belt around the man's waist. Instead of an usual hemp-rope binding or a cheap leather belt, the one he wore seemed older, made of darker leather and metal plates to it, with something inscribed in the buckle on it, but the fellow was rushing off too fast to catch a proper look.<br/><br/>Passing Jayne in the hallway, the young man paused taking a step back, bowing his head and slipping past her to the deck.<br/><br/>The ship was being pushed ahead by strong winds, carried towards the horizon, towards the waiting island there in the distance. The skies were darkening, but a strong wind carried the Moth away from it, leading it ahead and away from the storm front.