Thankfully, Muse didn't seem to be interested in saying anything else. Not yet anyway. "When we can be sure to have real privacy," Jamie almost sounded suggestive but whatever he was thinking was cut off when a Rogue Chair rolled right into the backs of his legs rather hard. Rolling his eyes he called out to the assistant that'd been wiring Muse up, "Can we nail some of this shit down, please?" He was starting to look extra green again... Moment over.
"Never, ever playing on a ship again," he declared, "this can't possibly get worse."