This black-haired man on a wheelchair wanted to ask the noble lady what grieves her, but she seems in no mood to converse. Cool. That's totally fine. Not his business to pry. Doesn't matter.

	No, he really wanted to know. Damn it. ඞ

	He set his gaze at the open sea again. This day cannot pass fast enough. This ship has a looming uncomfortable vibe to it as it is (at least for him) and these silent sacks of sadness aren't really helping. No, he shouldn't be thinking like this, it's very selfish of him.

	He reached in his pocket and lowered her mouth covering to take a bite at a coin, but suddenly his chair gets yanked into a turn by some huge drunken man. "[color=fdc68a]Watch it,[/color]", he told with just a wee bit of spite. How dare anyone be so drunk at nine in the morning?
	He tried to turn the brake lever but it was already turned, several test pulls confirmed his brakes seem to have snapped underneath. Not ideal.
	He rested the lever for a while, and pulled on it again. A click sound. Now it's working.

	Maybe this is a better view. The infinite vastness of sea began to bore him. He straightened his wheelchair perpendicular to the edge of the ship, now looking at the deck and the people on the deck, while he takes a bite out of a visibly silver coin. His face mask at this point covered only his chin and lower lip.
	This small cloaked person in the middle of the deck, whose daggers he could sense even now. It bore a mischievous plan in him, to see if that person is actually a danger, or just... really into that sneaky rogue life or whatever. A silver needle peeked out from between this man's lips, and he was about to do something with it, until he suddenly turned his head down.

	Bright purple. He could see it. He didn't know what the magic was for or who casted it, he can only see the hands that the magic enveloped, but unlike the noisy topless girl, this one might actually be dangerous. An unusual pair of hands, the left one seems to be lacking two... fingers?

	The girl with the green pendant at the docks a moment ago.

	He gripped his chair. What is the nature of this ship? Everyone in this ship seems to be armed. What is going on? Is this a trap?
	He has to get off this ship fast... No. Calm down. Maybe it's all just a coincidence...
	Even if it's not, his only exits are behind him and into the ocean, or through at least twenty armed people. Neither is ideal.

	There's no use overthinking it. He went back to his original plan and fired the silver needle from his mouth towards the ovoid lump that this small cloaked person carried, just to see how they'd react.