A crack forms on the screen that this black-haired man on a wheelchair has held up as protection against the card, and so he rolled it back up and let it slide in his right sleeve. He has just about had it with this same drunk guy that's been terrorizing his peace all morning. The uncomfortable noises it makes when it talks. Its imposing stance and careless motions. The high-pitched sound of beer sloshing in that damn bottle. Now, an interruption to his precious conversation? This all ends here.

	He slides the calipers back into his sleeve and tosses the card to his right hand as he breaks the left armrest off of his wheelchair, turning it into a cane. He presses it down at the floor, and the drunk guy would soon find itself unable to move around as the floor slides perfectly along with its every step. He then elbows the ship's taffrail lightly, causing Lady DeVespe's second retainer who's been silent all this time and leaning at the taffrail, to suddenly, weakly take a swing at the drunk guy.