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He nodded; he quite liked the ocean. But he scarcely gained the opportunity to speak in depth about it like some scholar hellbent on a philosophical lecture, and was taken aback only slightly by the offer that rolled out. "A crew?" The implication of what that was happened to be clear, of course, but he could not help but be surprised by the lack of procotol that normally followed such. "I'm, uh, well," he caught himself starting and stopping, only to clear his throat. "Always been called Roach." He'd probably had a different name at some point, but it had long cast itself away and he had been handed a moniker by others. "Who're you?"