This guy is such a prick, Danielle thought to herself. She observed him look over the device and disengaged the hatch that held the battery and memory stick. When she saw that his hands were working the very spot underneath the hatch, she protested some more. "I didn't take any photos down here, I swear! Everything in that memory stick is stuff from outside and the trucks and tanks on the Well Deck," she explained, hoping her explanation would bring sense to her being there. "I'm just lost!" It didn't seem to be much use.<br/><br/>She was clearly pissed off, her arms crossed across her chest, her brows furrowed, angry eyes directed towards the sailor. Even when her camera was handed back to her, she had her eye on the memory stick held outstretched in the man's right hand. Without that stick, then hours of successes and fails would be gone. When he obviously pointed to a waste bin calling the metal box the ship's so-called suggestion box, Danielle rolled her eyes, turning her head to the side to hide her eye movements.<br/><br/>Danielle scoffed at the BS he was giving her and abruptly took her camera from the man's hand. It was no use trying to get the memory stick from him, so she instead made her way back the way she came. Along the way, she pulled out a spare memory stick from her back pocket and inserted that into the camera. Before exiting the hallway, she turned on her camera and directed the lens at the man, quickly zooming in on his face and snapping a candid picture of the sailor. With a smirk on her face, she turned on her heel and coincidentally merged into a new tour group, which was made up of twice the amount of people than the first group.