Berlin was silent as Wheel explained Millie. He wondered how close they'd been, but only privately. That was the sort of question he might ask Uban, who would answer openly and honestly without fail. Damn fool was the most honest cutthroat he'd ever met, he thought as he looked at the younger man, who'd answered their guest with, "Damn right I do!" before he began to play a jaunty tune. But he doubted that was a question Wheel would be keen to answer, and as it wasn't crucial, Berlin did not press. 

"Aye, that's good wine. I'll take all I can stomach." It was indeed good wine, and Berlin was going to see to it he got his share before it all ran out. He briefly considered giving Rohaan a little--just a little. It might settle him, he thought, though he couldn't imagine the boy calming down enough to hold anything in his hands he didn't intend to throw. Perhaps it was best he didn't. 

Uban couldn't help but laugh a little at Hana, though with Uban, it was impossible to imagine that his laugh was in any way mocking. It was too genuine. He even tried to conceal it, but in the end he failed at that and allowed himself to openly and uncontrollably laugh as he plucked gently on the strings of his lute. His laugh cut short as an off note sounded, and with his usual mutter of, "Damn..." he looked down at his left, nine-fingered hand as though it had betrayed him. He smiled back up at Hana. 
"You ought to get you another pour! Nothing gets you sea-legs better than good ol' booze." There was some kernel of truth to that, however tiny. At the very least, if one was relaxed, it would be easier to move with the undulations of the ship, or at least that's how Uban reasoned it. Though he wasn't sure there was much to prepare a person for a sudden til like that one except for hard-won instinct. Uban had been a tumbling, seasick mess his first week or so aboard the Borealis. It was longer before he really had the hang of it. 
To Kaga-Met, and still while plucking the requested tune, he asked, "You're ah, Kaga-Met, right? Did I say that right? What's home like, mate? Er...where is home...?"
It was Berlin who answered. Normally he would have let Kaga-Met answer that, but this was an odd subject and he preferred to deal with it himself. More importantly, he wanted to be sure it wasn't said too loudly. Hearing the name again would likely only fuel Rohaan's rage. He spoke softly and pointedly, "They're from Bariz, Uban." 
At first, Uban nodded once and made a simple noise of acknowledgment as though he'd never heard of the place, and then his eyes widened a little as they flicked towards the door to Berlin's cabin. "OH." He cringed a little, but not at their guests. "Oh..." he said with a note of understanding. Uban seemed to gather without being expressly told that there was some fundamental difference between this lot and the Barizians they were tracking. He doubted Berlin would let them on the ship otherwise. He looked back to Kaga-Met. "Well now I'm doubly curious. Innit warm there all the time? Or most of the time? Or am I thinking somewhere else?" 

Rohaan's hurricane was beginning to slow a little as he burned through his energy, feeling more and more taxed. Mostly emotionally. He couldn't decide between hiding under the strewn linens of Berlin's bed, or throwing the wooden chair around again, or maybe really lighting something on fire. He paced and stomped and clenched his fists until he decided he felt too exposed, and he did want to hide. He snatched up one of the blankets from the floor and wrapped himself in it, and if it was possible to [I]malicously[/I] throw himself down on the mattress, he did. The thick weave of the blanket was a comforting texture, at least. It was familiar and grounding, and made him think more of the present than the past. He did not want to think about the past. But the present was scary, too. He tried to exist in the space between, but it did not avail him. A pervasive thought pounded away in his mind like a drum, despite all that Berlin had once said to the contrary. 

[I]They've come back for me.[/I]

No, that wasn't right, that couldn't be right. But he couldn't shake the feeling anyway. It didn't matter what he told himself, that fear did not go away. And yet...he was not the same boy as he was the last time he had encounters with Barizians. He was harder now, stronger, fiercer. He was ready for them now. If only he'd been like this back then, if only he'd been just a little stronger, maybe he would still be on the shores of his home. That couldn't be helped back then, but things were different now. This was his home, and he'd be damned if he let someone take his home from him again. He would not let them take [I]him[/I] again. 

No. 
No, he would not be a victim. Not again, not ever. So despite feeling still like he wanted to burrow deep into the mattress and hide there, he resolved that he needed to be more active if he was going to defend himself, and his home. Last time, he ran. But not this time. 

The door to the captain's quarters burst open hard enough that they slammed against the framing as they opened, and bounced back a little. It was not a boy in the doorway, but a man. Rohaan felt vulnerable and insecure, so he'd compensate by wearing his adult shape in the hopes that the height and extra muscle would buy him some respect. What's more, he had something to say and wanted his voice to be heard. He wanted it to resonate in a way only an adult shape could accomplish. Berlin was alert immediately, and was already crossing the distance between them as Rohaan stormed straight up to Kaga-Met. His hand lifted like he was about to reach for the man, but Berlin got there first and clamped his own, much larger hand around his wrist. The two froze for a second, locking eyes while Berlin tried desperately to guess Rohaan's intentions, and Rohaan seemed to be waiting for a Command from Berlin, for some use of silent force. Berlin did not use even one iota of his magic, despite having a firm grip on the shifter's wrist. He was poised and ready to, but he wanted to see what Rohaan would do, first. In that hesitation was trust, and it did not go unnoticed by the shifter. 

He turned his hard blue gaze away from Berlin and back to Kaga-met, looking every bit as fierce and dangerous as a growling, bristling wolf. "YOU," he barked, jabbing one finger of his free hand towards the man, though he was not close enough to make contact. "I got something to say to you! If you're really here to kill these...these..." He spat to the side. "Defilers, if you really want them dead, and that's all you want, then fine." It wasn't fine, not really, but he didn't have the words for anything else. "But if you touch me, or if you hurt my family, I'll fucking [I]eat[/I] you." He made sure that word was adequately heard. And he meant it. Nevermind that it was actually a logistical nightmare, he'd do it if they even thought about harming him or his crewmates. It was an abhorrent act among his own people, but it was still not out of the question in extreme cases. 
"Rheoaan!" Berlin barked, warningly. Truthfully, if they ever did do any harm to his crew, he'd let the shifter do as he pleased with them. But it was unhelpful to start an alliance with that, and it was not Rohaan's place. "Sit down." his voice was low and dangerous, but again, there was no magical command. 
"No!" Rohaan stamped his foot. His gaze locked back onto Kaga-Met. There was murder in his eyes, barely restrained but still, restrained. "Look me in the eye and swear to me. Promise you won't hurt us. Promise you won't hurt me." Despite all his very real anger and his loud, adult-bravado, it was impossible to remove the stain of fear from his words. It was the kind of fear that drove animals to bite and snap, but it was fear all the same. And while Rohaan certainly did have the capability to make good on his threat, beneath all that anger and raw power was still a terrified boy, far from home and haunted by the ghosts of past evils.