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[The feed shows a boy of maybe six or seven, sitting in the gardens with a sheet of paper lying before him - the list of things that he wants to address. He's wearing the ship's uniform and his long hair is braided in a complicated pattern and adorned with little red, white and blue pearls.]

If there is someone who always comes when we call them, and they don't come here, is there a way to make them come? Where I was before, you could do a task and get a reward, there should be something like that here as well, yes? Even though there are no regents, but we are still pulled to this ship, so it has to be similar.

[He tried to call the General because one of the other residents of the ship, Glacius, would have liked to meet him and he didn't come, and as much as he doesn't like the cold, not having General Winter at his disposal means a pretty major loss of safety and that would be a lot of loss of potential "fire"power to make up for. It makes things a lot scarier.]

And I have a few other things, too. [He holds up a hand, four fingers stretched out.]

Are there any people from East of Poland and Lithuania and west of Mongolia here? Or who feel like they belong there in one way or the other. [One finger is bent down, and he giggles when it is a bit complicated to keep the other three up - but it works out in the end.]

I need to talk to William Tsang, but I don't know what he looks like so I couldn't find him. [Asking might have gone a long way but the scary looking old woman that he saw around in the med bay when he stalked it made him continue stalking instead of taking heart and asking someone, and when you don't know whom you're looking for...] So you should tell me what he looks like, yes? [Another finger goes, and this one needs to be held down by the thumb so the remaining two can go up again.]

Does anyone have a set of balanced daggers for fighting that they don't need? I can offer customized knitted products for a trade, or maybe something else if that doesn't work.

[And then he stops abruptly, his eyes going wide before narrowing and tears appearing in the corners, and he raises both hands to hold his head. When he lowers them again a bit later, a trickle of blood has started to run out of his nose, but he isn't noticing it yet, looking left and right with a nervous glance (is there someone who did this?) before snuffling and fixing the smile back on his face and continuing, though his eyes are still a bit onfocused.]

We looked in the kitchens and there are good knives, but they aren't balanced right. [He suddenly remembers that he was showing the bullet points on his hand and raises his hand, only his little finger pointing up now.]

And I want to learn things. I can play the harp a bit, but I want to learn more about it so it gets nicer. So if you know how to play the harp, you should teach me. And I want to learn how to shoot a firearm because they work everywhere here, yes? And I want to get better with the bow and my daggers, too, so if you are very good at fighting with them you should teach it to me, too. Because children should learn things, yes? [So adults obviously have the duty to teach them. He peers down at his cheat sheet and then nods and lowers his hand, clasping it together with the other in his lap.

And just smiles at the camera for a little bit before reaching out to turn the feed off - at which point he stops abruptly because blood has dripped from his nose onto the back of his hand and he reaches up in shock to touch his lip and wipe at the blood with hands and sleeves.]

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[The random bleeding is similar to things that have gone on the ship before, so Firo's tried not to get too concerned about it. Things were fine then, so... hopefully they'll be fine now. Hopefully.

It hurts to see a little kid struggling with the same thing, but Firo's not quite sure what to do about it. So he plasters on a smile and just tries to see if he can keep Muscovy distracted.]

I've got an extra knife you can have, if ya want. I can help you practice with 'em too--my Family taught me a lot about knives. Same with shootin'--anybody in Gunnery can help with that, too.

What do you want for the knife?

[And about the rest...] So you know a lot about knives?

[Maglor taught him, and after him Aragorn, so he already has had pretty excellent teachers, but if Firo's family taught him a LOT...] Were the people in your family strong?

And I would like to learn the shooting, too. ...Do those Gunnery people have guns that they don't need?

For you, it's free.

Yeah, I do. And they really are. One a' the guys who taught me--Ronnie--is practically unreal. But they're all amazin'.

[There's not trace of dishonesty in his bright smile. Firo respects all of the Martillos and he's not praising them unduly.]

Well, we don't really have a full armory, so no... But you can still come and practice if you've got one of us with you.

You won't ask for anything later, either? [Just making sure. Well, you can never be entirely sure, but... He thinks that Firo is nice.]

...is your family big? [...and that is a disappointment. He'll have to procure a gun somehow. From somewhere. He'll figure it out.]

[He puts his hand on his heart and offers his most sincere smile.]

I swear I won't. You're safe.

[The Martillos are actually very small compared to the other New York crime Families, but Firo doesn't need to spread that info around.]

Oh, yeah, there's a ton of us. With Don Molsa, Ronnie, Yaguruma, Maiza, Randy, Pezzo, me, and the other capos alone, there's gotta be about 15. And that's just the start.

[...He still isn't sure what to make of that, but nods. He'll believe Firo (and suddenly realizes, sharply, that the reason for that is that Firo right now really resembles Aragorn and Aragorn would have kept his word when promising like that.]

What is a capo?

[Firo smiles back, satisfied that they have their deal.

...And smiles even more when Muscovy asks, because, heck yeah, talking about the Camorra.]

It's a... you know what a captain is? Or an executive you in a company? That's what a capo is--we're the people who go between the bit guys and the boss.

[He doesn't know what an executive or a company is the way in which Firo uses the words, but the concept of a captain translates well enough, and he nods.]

So you're a noble?

[He wouldn't have thought that, but hey, life is full of surprises.]

A noble?

[He sounds surprised but flattered at the idea, though he knows all of his friends would bust a gut cracking up at anyone thinking of Firo as being of aristocratic stock.]

Um... Well, not exactly. Actually, I'm kinda on the other end a' society, if you know what I mean.

...You must be really good then.

[If he made it to be in such a high position anyway.] ...or rich. [But Firo never gave him that impression.] Or you married someone rich and noble.

[Firo's beaming at the first remark, but it slips away as Muscovy continues. Ouch. He can't deny that is how the world works, though.]

Um, well, the two last ones aren't right, so I'd like to think it's the first one... But, I mean, my Family really helped me out.

...Is your family rich?

[He feels that there are things that are escaping him here, but it's a bit elusive - he can't quite figure out where the things that don't match meet.]

[He laughs.]

Probably more than I know, but that's not what I mean. They taught me a lot--I wouldn't be able to do what I can now without 'em.

...You wouldn't be able to fight?

[He'll just assume that it wasn't meant in the more fundamental sense of "I would be dead".]

Maybe a bit. I had to know how to do all a' that stuff before I met 'em, but they did teach me to get better. You can learn more from somebody who takes time to explain things to you than somebody who just wants to break your skull.

[So he probably would be dead without them and he knows it.]

[He nods. Yes, that explanation makes sense.]

They taught you how to fight better, and how to talk better?

Fight better, yes. With my hands, with a knife, all that.

...Dunno about talkin', though. There somethin' wrong with how I talk?

Not now. But sometimes you need to know how to talk to people so they will do things or not do things or believe you or like you, yes? And you need to learn that.

Huh?

[Is he getting lectured by a kid? Firo feels a little flustered as he has flashbacks to a couple conversations with Czes.]

But that's... that's not a huge part a' my job. Usually we've got other guys who take care a' all that stuff....

I'm fine bein' polite to customers, just so you know.

[Even when he has one hand around their throat. Firo may not seem it, but he tries to be professional.]

...Customers?

[That's not a group that he had expected to be involved when Firo described his job.]

At my casino--managin' it for the Family's part a' my job.

So long as people behave, I'm perfectly polite.

[Mostly. He does his best.]

What is a casino?

[There are a lot of strange things in other worlds.]

[He grins, because this is also important.]

It's a place where people gamble. Card games, roulette, all that.

Why do you have a house for that?

[He's not sure if it should be forbidden or not, adults seem to have different opinions there, but he's pretty sure that most people just do it everywhere.]

Well, uh...

[He's usually not too shy about admitting that his job is shady as heck, but there's something about talking about it to a kid that makes him hesitant. ]

It's illegal where I'm from. So we've gotta have some place more private set up.

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at some point he'll have to explain the meaning of Family |D

He will happily do so :D

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