Not Until We Are Lost

Ever since the island, Cas had examined every part of the ship he could find. He refused to believe it was from lack of trying - the ship was large and there were many places to be in at once. Being unable to transport himself inevitably made finding Piotr difficult. Being unable to sense his soul in the same way he'd once been able to made it doubly so. Still, he asked around and patrolled the corridors when he couldn't sleep. He doubted Anna appreciated it, but it was something he could explain to her. He'd lost several friends already. In his own reality and aboard the cruise liner. He had no intention of losing anyone else.

Primarily, he frequented the food counter. Everyone required sustenance and therefore would have to visit it eventually. There was obviously either something he was missing or Piotr had reverted to his steel form to remain in stasis indefinitely. Either that or their hosts had finally decided he was in some way biologically useful to them. Cas never believed in conspiracy theories, but it wasn't something he wished to entirely rule out. After all, they were only playthings in the eyes of said hosts.

He also smoked. More than usual. More yet, seeing as none of his weapons worked properly outside of their rooms. It made defending themselves in the night viable, but little else. It annoyed him and though they were useless to him in his current state, he still drew his wings up closer to his back. It was out of habit more than anything else, feeling a need to self-protect at all times.

And even when he saw the larger man - easily several heads taller than the rest of the passengers, he still didn't remove them. For all he knew, he wasn't seeing anything correctly. Approaching the other man, however, he still smiled. It was faint, but...it was still there. It wasn't something Cas extended to very many. "Hello, Piotr."