Fenix was searching through old crates down in the lower part of the ship, looking through their supplies carefully. A quiet sigh escapes his lips, dreading the trip to land already when he counts the supplies low, low enough that it needed to be restock.

Fenix pauses his movement, his hands stilling from counting rations as he hears a shuffle. His right hand goes to the sliver sword hooked in his belt, his back muscles tensing in preparation of a attack.

He slowly creeps behind the crate that he heard the shuffle at and pauses at seeing a person, his hand lunging out to yank them up with a stern look on his face.

“what are yer doing here?” He grunts, raising a eyebrow at the disgruntled thing. “Stowaway, huh?” He huffs, abruptly letting go of you, he raises a eyebrow when you land on your ass. Unimpressed.