The gag came off, and the breath heaved back into Henry's body, a thick trail of saliva dripping to the deck. He wiped his mouth, then said [color=e0c070]"I didn't fall, nice to meet you. I'm Henry."[/color]. The words tasted foul in his mouth for whatever reason. He lifted the duffel bag as if it were empty, and followed his new captain into an elevator. [color=e0c070]"I do like breakfast. Thanks."[/color], he said, extremely late.

The elevator doors opened and Henry looked over the area. "The crew" seemed to be Stryker and one other man, which was surprising considering the size of the ship. He tiptoed the shortest route to seating, then tried to drag it out from under the table, but alas, the legs made a long scraping noise, cutting the sorely quiet air like a knife through soft butter. He winced and lifted it the rest of the way, then took a seat. [color=e0c070]"Hi, I'm Henry. I hate that sound, you'd think they could've fixed it by now."[/color], he said to the table. He twiddled his thumb.