<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Line</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, night<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/>Phil gave her with a wary, uneasy smile at her comment. Yeah, it was fairly true. Still, both Cookie and Keri were more hotheaded than the rest of the crew. He could chalk Lance's shouting up to stress. As for the ship half-working, he had no idea. Something to ask Lance about once he had calmed down. Yeah, the captain was indeed shot in the leg; that was kind of a problem. Elfi and Mya definitely presented problems to people like him, at least their social positions. And he had hoped that all of the steam had been blown off the other night when everyone who had been at dinner while he was chatting with Keri had pulled guns on each other. Evidently not. Well, guns and stress seemed to go hand in hand anyway. At least they got the shooting out of the way without pointing them at each other this time.<br/><br/><strong>"To answer your questions, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. As for why this was a good idea, it's obviously because I'm so charming,"</strong>he said.<strong>"Now, if I were you, my personal advice would be to lie low around here until the whole 'arguing' thing blows over. If you happen to have any skill at cooking, I'm sure you could make friends with Sue by helping him. Otherwise, until Braxton or Richard, or maybe Lance, comes here to get me, I can chat with you. By the by, you seemed pretty familiar with my not-so-legal speak earlier. Exactly what is it you do?"</strong>