Miguel's own face stretched into a matching grin. He set the box down -- not delicately, nor roughly -- and he reached out to give his brother-in-law (also shortened for simplicity), a warm two-handed handshake.
"/I'm working,/" he told Jack proudly, once the initial greeting was out of the way. That thought, of course, immediately led to the hows and the whys of his occupation aboard, and that made his grin falter a little. It wasn't that he didn't trust Jack... It was a fact he wasn't proud of.
"/What are you doing here?/" Miguel laughed, then. "/You must be a passenger, right?/"