[Reaper leaned forwards enough that he could peak around the bulkhead, fingers curled along the edge. Still keeping mind of the steps from the deck above, but focusing on the sounds just head of them. One person moving from the sounds of it, metal clanging-

Washing up what pots and pans were had?

Distracted then.]

I can go for them and you follow after. Grab what you find suitable, and I may take the opportunity to ask our new friend a few questions if he doesn't put up too much of a fuss.

[The orange would come in handy there if he needed a quick gag.]

Sound fair?