Eric shouldered his way past the meat-wall and climbed the gangplank up onto the ship, resettling his pack on his shoulder. He smiled at Andy as he reached the top, blissfully unaware of her near brush with being brained. "Thanks, boss. I thought, for a second, that things were going to have to get ugly down there." He glanced around at his surroundings before looking back at her. "So we're supposed to soup up this overgrown bath toy for a big paycheck, huh? That seems pretty straightforward to me, so when do we start?"