Hawk glances sideways at Barb while recovering from the stumble before answering Mors.
"I prefer swords, sir, but I'm no pushover with a pair of pistols, either."
He chooses to carefully ignore Barb's question, under the cover of being grabbed by Heph. "Hawk. And I'll just call you Heph, thanks. Other one's a bit long for casual coversation." He says, smirking.
Klez had been showering when the announcement came for the potential crewmates of the Shez and the Percy to gather.
"About time," he says, rinsing the shampoo from his brown locks of hair and hopping out, whipping a towel around himself. He stepped into his tiny apartment, which was relatively cluttered. His clothes were still on the floor from last night, as were her clothes.
"Melis, darling, time to get up," Klez said in a heavy Scottish accent, leaning over his bed to nudge the sleeping girl away. "We'll be late for registration for the Percy."
Klez had served on the Percy awhile back as its First Officer, but resigned the position for a spot on the Pequod under Captain Flint. The Pequod was destroyed while Klez was off-duty, though he continued to serve under Captain Flint on the Novalis. When had just recently resigned from that vessel, though, due to issues with the Captain having decided to take on a Sentinel in close combat. It was a tie, with both dead. Klez was next in authority, but did not want a difficult leadership position, despite his seniority in the war.
He just wanted the war to be over.
"Melis, wake, sweety," he mutters, jabbing her in the ribs with a finger as he pulled his pants on.
Melis stirs in the bed. "Blah, leave me be. I want to sleep...wait, did you say Percy? Shit."
She hops out of bed and grabs her clothes. "Can't miss this. I want off that damned Novalis if you're leaving it." She ran a hand through Klez's hair and kissed him before scrambling to get dressed.
She dashed for the door. "Out out out, we need to get there!" she shouted as she sprinted out the door.