The gesture and the scar weren't missed, though he chose not to comment on it. They all had their secrets...and that was hardly the oddest physical adornment seen among the residents of the ship. (So far the troll was the clear winner in that regard, though...was that another one?) "I'm Clive Dove. I'm certain that someone who knows the..." There was a hesitation here: momentary, brief, smoothed over as almost as quickly as it came with a polite smile. "...details can give you a better explanation than I can, but you are aboard what I've been told is a spaceship called the Tranquility."

And here was another hesitation, though it was for different reasons. He looked over at the other man, again. "Do you need a hand? Or can you walk?"