With the constant ebb and sway that the ship provided, it made what little food he had eaten threaten to make a second appearance which he soon obliged. He didn't have a particularly amazing set of sea legs but a couple pills and a good vomit over the side of the oversized tub seemed to settle most things. He sighed and walked forward with his rifle grasped firmly in his hands and the brim of his cap hanging low over his eyes. Jill had run off and while he wasn't above letting her handle herself for a few minutes, he was still worried about her. The soft clicking of his boots against the ship's floor as he stalked forward allowed him to have something to focus on again besides how he kept seeing things out of the corner of his eyes. Zombies or paranoia, he wasn't sure. Whatever it was, he just wanted off this stupid tub. So when he heard a second set of clicking shoes on a similar part to his, he assumed it was Jill and picked up his own pace to meet up with her again. Though he found himself surprised to come face to face with a stranger instead as they all but ran into each other. And after a few seconds of confused stares he gave a cautious laugh and commented while keeping his rifle level with your head "Good to see another rubber duck caught in this tub, huh?"