"Way to do what?" Sebastian questioned, shouldering the door to the captain's chambers open, Avery's bag slung over his opposite shoulder and little Engine at his heels. The goofy smile he wore on his face, likely from the acceptance from the fox automaton, probably meant he didn't hear more than the tail end of the officers' conversation. It wouldn't be hard to fool him, still a bit more naive about the world than he would have liked to admit. "Oh, and your pet looked like it was having some trouble, so I thought I'd give it a hand, hope you don't mind."