[Charlie nods, making a low noise of approval - not as if that's anything she needs of him. Afterward he pauses, finding himself slightly awkward now that he's set down his cup and saucer. He could pick it up again for the strict purpose of busying his hands, though it feels self conscious to do as much. So instead he settles for clearing his throat. After a momentary pause, he leads with:]
Seen any of the crew lately, have you? The so-called 'mutineers,' I mean.
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Seen any of the crew lately, have you? The so-called 'mutineers,' I mean.