<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>With:</strong>Sue, Braxton, Open<br/><br/>After setting down the glass, Phil returned to his meal, giving Sue an appreciative nod with his mouth rather full of the peppers. He had to hand it to the man, the food he cooked never disappointed. The fact that Braxton had reluctantly allowed Elfi to have a glass of the champagne was somewhat heartening to him. The smuggler knew that it wasn't through any charity of the captain, but rather it was something Sue had done, even if it may have been accidental or covert. However, the atmosphere of the room changed considerably when the slave got some of the food on the new passenger, Isi; Elfi had been drinking on an empty stomach, he realized, and she wasn't at her most alert.<br/><br/>Phil carefully finished up his current mouthful of food, set down his spoon, and let his right hand finger the little belt pouch where he carried his balisong. Hopefully Braxton wouldn't be brash enough to try punishing Elfi in front of everyone else aboard, especially Serenity, but something he had learned from his days dodging the Purplebellies in the Core was that it never hurt to be prepared in the event of a situation going south. It looked like he would be down to visit her after dinner as well, maybe under the pretense of double-checking the small amount of the inventory being stored in the brig.<br/><br/>However, he relaxed a little when Braxton simply reprimanded everyone present rather than pinning blame solely on Elfi. Still, he had to almost bite his tongue when the captain started deriding her. He was the one who put her in that social standing in the first place. Phil took a deep breath, retrieved the utensil he had set down, and resumed eating, still keeping watch out of the corner of his eye at the captain and trying pointedly to ignore the feeling-up he was doing to Mya.