"Pretty much," he smiled, chuckling slightly. "I'm pretty strong, but I'm also a rookie, so... yeah. I usually get stuck escorting fighting couples and guys who've had too much to drink." He laughed softly. "Not that it's not fulfilling. I mean, the warm glow of delivering somebody to their haven safely almost makes up for being restricted to sarsaparilla while on board," he joked. "Ah. Sorry. Really it is a good job. I probably shouldn't be talking so much, though, they hired me because I'm tough, not because I can bore the tears out of passengers who just want to get a drink."