As Chester made his decision, Lina finally pulled her hands away from Kuhn's firearm. Letting out a sigh, Macario said, "Well, I'll help in a second. Let me get some pants on..."

As he shuffled off, the hands and faces from the walls began to retract, but the Klaubertamann persisted, watching. Waiting.

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As the sun crawled its way into the morning, peeking through the remaining holes in the ship's hull, Lina, now fully dressed, came down to the working men, plate full of fresh rice balls. Letting out a stiff yawn, she went over to the other side of the room, sitting down next to the Klaubertamann, who also sat, watching the work, sitting still like the dead.