our sins are washed away
Scratching the back of his head, Saiden shrugged at Melita's question. Then he shook his head. "Nope." Grinning, he pushed off against the wall, though he was careful not to bang his head. "At least, not that I can think of." He walked to the exit, then turned to face her again.
Smiling, he crossed his arms. "I imagine Jack will want a word with ye soon enough. But in the meantime, if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. You can't miss it, just follow the delicious smells." With that, he ducked his head and began making his way back through the ship.
-FIN?
Smiling, he crossed his arms. "I imagine Jack will want a word with ye soon enough. But in the meantime, if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. You can't miss it, just follow the delicious smells." With that, he ducked his head and began making his way back through the ship.
-FIN?
