Things are going even better then planned until a big meaty ham of a hand comes down on him and then he's shaken. It's hard to think with his noodle rattling around his skull like it is but he's picturing a rag doll a little girl in the bed house has in the next room. She's damaged and can't talk but she makes a low mewing noise as she shakes that doll and drools on herself.
It's the image foremost in his mind even as it dawns on him that things have turned bad. "//...I'm captain now..//" Bastiaan doesn't sound as sure as he was before.