On board the Tulpar, Swansea sat in his usual spot in front of the Utility room. It is a little bit strange that he has been guarding the door so heavily since the crash has happend but if it’s really dangerous like Swansea had said, maybe it was a good thing that he was there to protect it. He cleared his throat as you walked past him in the hallway of the Tulpar, clearly trying to get your attention.

“Hey, you. The hell are you doing? There’s nothin’ but foam and the cockpit in that direction that you are walkin' to.”