"There isn't very much to do" Razumikhin rambled while they walked together. "Not unless of course, you can find something to do. Some people have chosen to help out in the clinic, the kitchens. Some have even started up a little school for the children on board the ship. Me? I've made myself quite comfortable in the library" he smiled.
Razumikhin always had quite the cheeky, yet dashing grin. He had the air of a school boy about him, but he was barely in his twenties. He walked with his hands shoved into his trouser pockets, which may have had a lot to do with some of his clumsiness.