Re: Third class, away from the dining room
It was less about being the hero and more, "Experience before beauty," he said with another grin, after seeing the way she was holding her wand in front of her. The giggling didn't alarm him like it did her, eeriness aside, because it was meant to be frightening. Things that were didn't have to try so hard to prove it. "Don't let it scare you. It's just somebody that thinks they're funny."
It was easy to slip into that hyper-aware pre-fight state, where he heard the creak of the boat, differentiated between his steps on the floor boards and hers. Anything that came at them was going to make noise, either with the flap of wings or the slap of feet and if they were going to come from the rear -- he reached back for her hand, his own warm and dry. "Change of plans. Walk next to me." On the hull side, in case giggler got the idea to come down the hallways to his side, she'd be safe.
"Something equiv--" He grinned at her again. Anything this weird-ass ship could come up with he could deal with. He'd dealt with worse in his reality. "Ranger, with the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. I'm a Jaeger pilot. I fight monsters." Knights had dragons and ladies, steeds and favors tied around their lances. He had Kaiju and the drift, the status of a rock star and a Jaeger to kick ass in. Sans Jaeger? He still knew how to lay someone -- or something -- out.