Pascal did little more than arch a single eyebrow as the captain decided to stand next to him for his little speech. He knew he was going to have to get to know these people at some point, but he didn't care for being even next to the center of attention at this time. This was a hell of a step he was taking- impulsive, driven by liquor and desperation. Desperation to put something in his life, to distract himself from the thoughts that clawed at his skull every waking moment. To do something meaningful.

When the crew began to file out to the waiting ship, Souchon grabbed up his bag and his rifle case, and left without a word. There it was, the [i]Medusa[/i]. A heap of junk, for sure. But a change. Maybe a change was all Pascal needed. He unzipped his bag, wanting to make a final check before approaching the ship. It wasn't as though there'd be a chance to grab anything he'd forgotten. Changes of clothes. Toiletries. A few novels he intended to read in his off hours. Some spices and seasoning to doctor the food. A bottle of pastis, naturally. It probably was a poor idea to bring alcohol, but he didn't relish the idea of a long trip without a drink. If he was Samson, this was his Delilah. 

And of course, a photo of his family back home. Max and Marie.

He couldn't help looking, his blue eyes filled with sadness. Staring for far too long, his feet moving with no input from his mind as he looked down at the photograph.

He nearly bumped into one of the other crewmembers- the pilot, he thought, a young woman with an eye-catching shirt and spirited look. He smiled awkwardly and apologetically, quickly crammed the dog-eared picture back into his bag. "Sorry, [i]mon petit cheri[/i]," he said with a broad toothy smile, hoping she hadn't noticed his distraction as he zipped the bag back up and slung it over his shoulder. He attempted to force levity and nonchalance into his voice, had a fair-to-middling amount of success. "My thoughts were elsewhere. Pascal Souchon," he said by way of introduction as he extended his hand to her. "You must be the excellent Caelum Jameson, [i]n'est-ce pas[/i]? The honor is mine."