As the food got doled out, Berlin remained mostly quiet, allowing everyone to dig in unhindered and enjoy the food for a moment before getting into details. He caught Pieter's eye but didn't get give much of a reply, verbal or otherwise. Not yet. For the moment, he mostly observed both his crew and their new allies, quietly getting a general sense for everyone's mood, customs, and dynamics between them all. 

Berlin saw Rohaan eating with his fingers, mashed potatoes and all, and he gave a quiet but long suffering sigh. Berlin had discovered quickly that Rohaan was unfamiliar with what Berlin perceived as fairly standard dinnerware like forks or spoons. And though he'd taught him thoroughly how to properly use all of them, he rarely ever did. Rohaan preferred it for some reason Berlin never managed to figure out, though it occurred to him just now that he'd never directly asked. 

The captain also watched Kaga-Met as he subtly cleaned his hands with a perfumed water, and couldn't help a little smile as he watched Hana do the same. So, Kaga-Met was a man of much means, and he was used to certain ways of living. Which made him wonder what the crew of the Swift did for a living. He never got the sense they were pirates, but a vessel like theirs did not lend itself to merchandise or trade. Could they be bounty hunters? He could believe that. 

Most of them were nearly through their first plates of food, though Rohaan was already looking at him and quietly seeking permission to get seconds. Berlin nodded to him and the shifter got up to help himself. Looking at Kaga-Met, Berlin said, "My crew has a certain rhythm we've all come to adopt in combat. We specialize in taking people by surprise, mostly. Stealthily, sometimes, but more often people just don't expect much of a threat out of a little caravel like the Borealis. We let our prey come close and strike hard. Often, Rheoaan will drop usually Wheel and often Uban on the deck of the opposing ship and leave them to wreak their own havoc as he attacks from the air. We keep a party back at the guns and the helm, and that's most often what we do. But what of you and yours? What are your strengths? Obviously you have an aerial advantage," he gestured to the Swift itself. "But do you prefer infiltration? Explosives? Destroying rigging?"