"Well, if I don't have 'em, I end up trying to kill the rest of the kitchen staff," Kevin smiled. "And then I really would be in a mess, wouldn't I? Just myself and a whole ship to feed." He looked out at the darkening sky. "But yeah, it's not bad. Lot like home actually." He extended a hand. The captain had once again advised him to be friendlier towards passengers, especially when out in public areas. In the kitchen, he had warned him, he wouldn't hesitate to remove body parts. "Kevin Blackthorne."