As the man in the armor boarded the ship, Kuhn had already registered him, and assesed how big of a threat he was - he looked sort of tough, but nothing he, Macario, or the Cap'n couldn't handle. More importantly, he did not look like he was from one of the companies. An ally, mayhaps. Lina did not look too surprised to see him, so it was safe to assume Lina knew him. 

Chester, still stuck on the subject of Cerulean. "Oh, yeah. I guess he would count that as [i]beating[/i] me. I'll just have to beat him up even worse, to get him back, then." Chester commented, putting his fist in his hand, as if to suggest his idea was groundbreaking. "That is how that would go, Cap'n." Kuhn said, bemused, but sarcastic. He looked over at Johannes, as soon as he opened his mouth, and Chester listened, carefully.

"Armor, long hair, no scars in the face. By the looks of things, you's a bitch, no?"

"... Cap'n.. Behave."

"I mean, you know what they say about assuming.."

".. What do they say about Assuming?"

"Do it often and frequently, right? Old Marineford motto, I believe."

"Just answer his damn question." Kuhn told him, rubbing his forehead, still incapable of quite comprehending Chester's logic. "Bitchy-ness aside. Yes, we are Pirates. You wanna fight?.. Or drink? Pleeeassee tell me you want to drink, I'm dying of thirst over here!"