Gives him a look then a motion as if to grab him again a smirk on his face.”
Kraglin glared and slapped his hand. “Stoppit,”
he hissed. “Here’s an idea – the Captain’s quarters are the safest part o’ the
ship. Quill and I are already here. We’ll be fine – why don’t you take your new
human out to get something to eat? He don’t like being in mess by himself, but
maybe you can make it a pleasant experience, hm?”
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