Andreas could sense some slight commotion, but chose to ignore it. The kid’s food was probably a notch too cold for his liking. Or he saw a fly on the ceiling. Or something.
He crudely loaded his plate with a wide range of foods and ate rather ravenously.
Thus far , two out of the six had already managed to get on his nerves. The kid was plain annoying; just the way he carried himself, he was… a bit Gorov-ish. The priest certainly didn’t make a great first impression with his little mind-reading stunt.
But oh well. Let’s hear what this fella has to say.
He leans in a bit closer to Tharwin, eying him with an air of cold suspicion.
"Of all of the people in the entire Armada… you’ve selected us… why?
He then returns to his original position and takes a massive bite out of a drumstick.