[Afraid? No, the man who had approached the door to see what all the fuss was about does not look afraid. He views the surge of zombie-like figured through impassive eyes, dark and even, despite the fact that the luxury cruise line’s more elite passengers are beginning to panic. Oh, some are mustering… Those, “he” imagines, who spent their pampered youths under the impression a modern baron ought to still at least learn the art of fencing, grabbing whatever they can to attempt to defend themselves with, but…]
I am somewhat annoyed, my friend.
[A dead creature lunges in their direction… and they simply step aside at the last moment, so the clumsy thing loses its footing on the damp floor and stumbles. From there, it is relatively easy to trip it… and frown, cocking their head at it before looking back towards Raphael. They address them casually, as if they are known to each other… and maybe he knows they are. They wonder, if his eyes are similar enough to another’s to see such things. But even if they are not-]
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I am somewhat annoyed, my friend.
[A dead creature lunges in their direction… and they simply step aside at the last moment, so the clumsy thing loses its footing on the damp floor and stumbles. From there, it is relatively easy to trip it… and frown, cocking their head at it before looking back towards Raphael. They address them casually, as if they are known to each other… and maybe he knows they are. They wonder, if his eyes are similar enough to another’s to see such things. But even if they are not-]
Were you not enjoying the sauna? I certainly was…