Being off of the boat was a surprisingly refreshing experience. It wasn't as though it changed much, he still felt tired and the ground under him seemed to be moving just as much as the Jubilance's deck had, but it was satisfying to have won out against the sea, and to have come so close to his goal. Elated, John hardly noticed the change in Aldric as they crossed over onto land. They were the last group off, and the time of the Corps seemed to have run out anyway. The woman in the beret came down after them, handing off the census pad to one of the dock workers who would be with the ship for the duration of its stay, for further alterations presumably. She was quick to disappear, walking off towards the town to get back to work. Bast spoke up about the Containment Corps, and that gave him an even better idea of where to set up shop. "I should go there too..." He remarked. They seemed cooperative, maybe they'd be looking for hands like his besides all the warriors. His interest shifted over to Aldric as he jointed Bast in waiting for the man's answer.

The captain was quiet for a long time as he left the man finish speaking and explaining his proposition. The short of it was, they didn't need help. It was common courtesy to take on fair work for fair wages when a ship and her crew could, but his circumstances were abnormal. "No, it isn't," he said, and was about to leave his answer at that. Even he felt it was a little rude. "This ship isn't going anywhere for a while, actually. The Corps was just through here looking for hands, perhaps you should check in with them." He gave his suggestion with a smile, and hoped the man would leave him alone with just that. His inquiring glare didn't drop as he waited for the man's answer. The suggestion to seek employment elsewhere was something he would have given anyone, but now that he was actually looking, Gideon seemed at least equipped for the job. More so than he seemed seaworthy, at least.