Nik took a moment for himself after sitting in at the announcement. Once he heard Bianca and Louis's names in the missing persons list, it really, really sunk in. They were gone and likely dead, having fallen overboard. He really was the one in charge. Well, him and Ios in a way. Slav was legal enough. Gor was really the only one they had to look after. Shit.
Still, he had made an offer to the ship's chef to come help and he wasn't going to leave the man short handed. So he'd gone back to the room really quick to clean up and brush out any loose hair before trying it back in a bunch so it wouldn't hang down any. That was the problem with cooking and having long hair unless you wore a hairnet or a hat or some shit.
So it was only a short time later that he appeared to find the chef (as he'd been one of the passengers to take the tour ages ago) outside waiting and smoking. Nikolai felt better at not being the only one with a cigarette out and lit then. He'd been smoking more than he ever had before all throughout the day. Habitually exhaling smoke away from the other man as he approached, he held out his hand, "Nikolai Jones. I posted about helping."
Hopefully the last name would get ignored... He didn't want some sort of sympathy.