Dren, finally raising his eyes to see someone... again, someone he did not recognize. Certainly not someone in uniform at the very least, so chances were this wasn't an opportunity to arrest him... still, he kept a firm gloved hand on his cane as he stood up fully.
"Is it now? Well that's bloody good..." He grumbled, running a hand over his cloak briefly to flick it back into tidiness. "So, what exactly is going on now? I heard the explosion and... the screams. What in the name of blue hell has happened on this ship?" He was incredibly frustrated, having been drug into such a seemingly sordid affair against his will... and now with no clear way to get back to Alexandria. Oh if word of this got around, his reputation would be ruined...