Berlin hadn't really thought through his request much--it was his go-to for demonstration purposes because it was easy and generally inoffensive and didn't violate any real sense of free will or autonomy, something he was very careful about. But it didn't even occur to him that the man's other hand was holding a cup of tea, and that would make clapping his hands...difficult. He was used to his own hand being slapped (as he was generally holding the person's hand when he did this) but even he hadn't expected the slosh of hot tea. [I]Curse it all, Berlin, you fool...[/I] Berlin flicked the hot liquid off his own hand with a surprised hiss and a thoroughly embarrassed, "Damn! Sorry, that...wasn't supposed to happen like that. Sorry. Erm, here..." he quickly refilled the man's cup. "Yes, ah, if you'd like we can step inside my quarters or if you'd prefer, we can simply speak at the bow. My crew will mind their own business." That was a command as much as it was a promise. He gave a special glare to Rohaan, who he knew was far too capable of sneaking up close to listen in if he had the mind (he usually did). 

Rohaan didn't have to say anything back to him to challenge that order. He broke his gaze from Yawar just long enough to squint at Berlin, testing to see how serious he really was. Berlin meant it. He spoke at full volume, but was confident enough in the fact that no one besides them knew a lick of Vokurian (there was no record of it that he knew of, and to learn it, you had to know one personally) so he spoke freely in the quick language.
[I]"Don't test me today, Rheoaan. Not now."
"I don't trust them."
"No. I don't expect you to. But you trust me. You know that if it's something you should know, I'll fill you in later. You know that. Besides, I need someone looking after the other guests. If you start a fight, so help me I'll gut you bow to stern, but I trust you'll finish one if it starts. Do I make myself clear, Rheoaan?"[/I]
This was agreeable to the lad, so he nodded once, and Berlin nodded once back at him before returning his attention back to Kaga-Met. Rohaan spared a glance towards Wheel and his apparent friend before returning his unwavering gaze back to Yawar. 

"Sorry, the lad's suffered too much at the hands of strangers to give them any trust. He takes a little extra convincing but he'll behave himself," Berlin assured Kaga-Met. "Shall we, then?"

Uban glanced around from Berlin, to Yawar, to Wheel and Millie, wondering what he was supposed to do with himself. Stand by, probably. He knew enough Vokurian to at least take a guess at what Berlin had told Rohaan, so he figured at least some of his duty was to see that peace was being kept. But he could do that with some tea, couldn't he? The hot liquid would at least help keep him awake anyway. Taking his empty coffee mug in one hand, he put another nine-fingered one on Rohaan's chest as if to keep him from following and shuffled over to where the teapot was, giving Yawar a kind of nervously polite smile as he did so. His gait was too relaxed to be anything resembling threatening, or even purposeful. As he poured himself a cup of tea, he said to the strange mariner, "Uban. Nice to uh, nice to meet you." [I]Probably.[/I] "So...where ya from? I've never seen a um.........s-ship like that."