"Guess there's just some things that are a constant in every universe," Cash quips, with a quiet chuckle, as he sits down. There are jackasses everywhere. But also people good for conversation, and Cash always likes to think of himself as more of the latter.

He eyes the generous platter of food for a brief moment before nodding over it. This amount of food would have seemed ludicrous to him a few months ago. Now it's finally starting to look reasonably normal again.

"Cash Gillingwater. Good t' meet you. You been on board long?"