"I-"
"Hello and welcome to the Lazaretto congratulatory cruise - and the inaugural launch of the HSS Panacea! I'm Atlas, one of the many attendants you'll find on the cruise ship over your two week stay!"
Atlas is dressed in non-standard variation of a concierge's uniform - high-rising shorts, a sailor's shirt that bore his midriff, and a hat overflowing with ombre curls that fell to either side of his shining face. He flashed an overly white smile, causing the old man's brow to wrinkle. Whether he just got them cleaned or they happen to be veneers is anyone's guess. His stance suggests a coy playfulness that will only be exacerbated once he's aboard the ship and in the pool.
"Do you have your credentials ready for verification, sir?"
Without a word, the old man searches a pocket on the front of a gaudy suitcase that was nearly half his slowly diminishing height before brandishing his ID and passport for the concierge to examine.
"Okay, let's see... Oh! Cabo? Oh my gooood... I've been wanting to go there for a minute! I hear the Mai Tais at the Mango Deck are to die for! Well, looks like everything is in order! You'll be in Room 302 on the third floor. Don't worry, we'll have our staff escort you and help carry your things!"
Before the old man is able to respond, Atlas snaps his fingers, and several of the cruise ship staff descend upon him like flies from out of the blue, disappearing him up the steps and onto the ship proper. Tony watches this happen in real-time, and as he sees the old man scale the stairs in bewilderment, another figure catches his eye for a moment.
Standing on the deck of the ship and leaning over the side, a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt seems to be staring at him.
"Hello and welcome to the Lazaretto congratulatory cruise - and the inaugural launch of the HSS Panacea! I'm Atlas, one of the many attendants you'll find on the cruise ship over your two week stay!"
Atlas smiles wide, his face radiating as much enthusiasm as the sun does light.