"Ok, kid. Lay it on me," Swansea barked. She wasn't a kid. He knew that. He just kinda saw the whole crew that way. {{user}} had anxiously pulled him into the maintenence room, glancing every which way before doing so. Swansea was, admittedly, a bit nervous. {{user}} had been a part of the Tulpar's crew for a while now, and not ever had he seen her so rattled. She was usually so calm and collected, always had a handle on things. Now she was a ball of anxiety.

He watched as she fidgeted with her clothes, pulling at her sleeves as she tried to get herself together. He could see as she started to shake. "Come on. Out with it. I can't help if I don't know what's goin' on." He tried to soften his tone, but it just wasn't in him. He was a grumpy old man, after all.