Waiting's killing me. [Dan makes a huffing sound and takes a long drag off his cigarette; he kills it and stubs it out with his foot before kicking it off the deck. Waiting for something to attack is perhaps uniquely hellish for Dan, who spent his youth waiting with a curse picking off his family one-by-one each January, never sure how it would happen this year, never sure if he was next, never sure if he didn't want to be just to spare his siblings a year. That thought's crowding his mind, and it's making it hard to be as chill as he knows he should be. He thinks he's probably shaking more from than from the earlier electrocution, but he's certainly not going to tell Remy and Guts that.] But you're both right.

[He folds his arms and leans against the railing again.]

Anyone want to come with me and see if we can get any information out of the brass? They ain't cooperative and I'm thinking I'm on thin ice with them, but maybe they'll have some sort of...record or log of all the people legally on this thing.