"Captain Nikandros," Lucrezia growled, looking as intimidating as a Popoto could manage. "Just why has the Golden Eagle not yet landed? Dare I remind you-- there was a *murder* last night."
The atmosphere in the dining hall at breakfast was... awkward... guarded, really.
Coraline didn't even try to keep the peace. She half-listened to the conversation while munching absentmindedly on buttered toast.
The Captain had recovered well-- especially considering how drunk he'd been the previous night. His clothes and hair were a bit disheveled compared to the first sun, but not enough for anyone but herself to notice.
"Dear guest, I sincerely apologize," Nikandros inclined his head. "Though recent events have been somewhat worrisome, I can assure you that the crew of the Golden Eagle can guarantee your safety. I must beg for your patience and understa--"
