[Link walks down the hallway of deck 03 with a small bag in one hand. Every once in a while, the bag wiggles back and forth, and from inside comes quiet muffled croaks
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[What luck! Guy was just about to start his shift, and he locks the door to the crew quarters behind him, shuffling through a stack of files. Glancing up at the passenger, he smiles and looks back down.
Then his head snaps back up and his eyes lock onto that wriggling back. Is that ...?]
[Link pauses and looks back at the man who just left one of those strange, impassable doors. Ooh... did he find one? Awesome. He knew this had to work!
His eyes lighting up at the possibility of a successful discovery, and turns and takes a few steps back towards him.]
Ah... hello.
[Yes, he's got to be crew. Just look at how he's eying the bag he's got, without even knowing what's in it.]
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Then his head snaps back up and his eyes lock onto that wriggling back. Is that ...?]
Whatcha ah ... got there?
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His eyes lighting up at the possibility of a successful discovery, and turns and takes a few steps back towards him.]
Ah... hello.
[Yes, he's got to be crew. Just look at how he's eying the bag he's got, without even knowing what's in it.]
You must be crew, right, mister?
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[He shakes his head, then grins.]
Therapist. I'm the ship's therapist.
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[His name is Guy? As in... "person"? Link blinks in slight confusion. Well, that's okay. He gives him a smile, offering friendliness.]
Nice to meet you, then. Um... you want these, right?
[He holds up the bag.]
Can I ask you questions the same way I can that other lady with the accent?
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