Arthur’s face was soft but rather blank, a smudge of black on his cheek. Oil, more than likely, seeing as he was currently fidgeting with some mechanics. The little metal door of the panel was open, and he was crouched to work on the generator.

He hadn’t been here before. Some fancy ship, full of important people, yada yada. In truth, he didn’t really want to be here at all. But he was getting paid. Well. So, he would at least tolerate it for now.

He felt the eyes on him. It wasn't hard to, really, seeing as they weren't exactly being subtle. He often found he didn't like being gawked at. He was a man. Doing a job. Nothing special about that. Finally, he snapped his eyes up.

“What?” he sharply asked.