If Jason was experiencing any fatigue from carrying the crate, he was doing a damn fine job in hiding it, since he was looking all but unphased by the cube. Without so much as an elevated breath or panting at all, he spoke in a rather optomistic tone.<strong>Passengers're always good. A ship without a lot of people in its bad luck afterall.</strong><br/><br/>He glanced down at the crate, as though he did not even notice he was hitting his charms against it.<strong>Oh this? I figure that carrying a huge box full of things that can go boom, many of which are banned, a lot can go wrong... So I gotta give it some good luck, you know? Since my bracelet here's the luckiest thing I got, I figure it can spare a bit of luck.</strong>The way Jason spoke was so matter-of-fact that it sounded as though he expected Cliff to know that, thinking that it was all but common knowledge.