Tarvek tossed his head slightly, his long bangs falling over his eyes. His hairstyle was the latest fashion in Vienna. Or at least it had been, when he'd gotten taken. Now, who knew? Fashion was a fickle mistress. He brushed an imagined bit of fluff off his sleeve. "I was brought here, much like you were. There are quite a few of us on board, all accidental acquisitions of the ship."
He looked the other man over. He was very charming, in a smug, obnoxious way, and quite handsome. And speaking to him certainly didn't cause the same emotional turmoil as Gil. Well. He supposed he could have a drink with him, if nothing else.