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Adam

Speed up to the precipice and then slam on the brakes
Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes

A veritable flood of other ne'er-do-wells came through the door, some of which he recognised. Adam gave the appropriate waves and nods and smiles; as Maeve sat next to him he put an arm around her shoulders and scuffled her hair (lightly - he knew the expense a good hairstyle took) fondly. Did he notice the look from Locke? Maybe, but he didn't show it. Wasn't like there was anything untoward happening anyway.

The option to go out on the Ark was not one that appealed to him. He'd never been a boat guy. As sexy as a pirate aesthetic was, Adam wasn't going to be very suave if he spent all his time puking.

"I got good legs, but they aren't sea legs. I'll stay here. Talk people into things you need. Threaten this one into allowing things and so on." He said, pointing to Maeve with a smirk.

We are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall