Nik had rather liked watching Res at the questioning of the captain. She was such a bitch. It was amusing as all Hell. He hadn't meant to follow her after and in fact hadn't when he'd made it out on deck for a cigarette. When he found her again up by the mini-golf, it had been purely accidental. Or coincidental. Either way it was perfect timing.
He was just in time to watch her set her make-shift compass in the water. Carefully approaching so as to not cause as much vibration as normal and thusly screw up her experiment he stood off to one side, watching the cork spin around with certainty. Yeah, they were fucked just like Res stated.
He took a deep breath and exhaled in a heavy sigh. "Mm. Yeah, I'd have to agree," Nik crouched down, arms braced on his knees, "Wanna take bets on what we hit first? I'll give good odds on Mexico and South America but Antarctica and Greenland are the longshots."