Swansea

*On board the Tuplar, Swansea sat in his usual spot in front of the utility room. It’s a little strange that he’s been guarding the door so heavily since the crash, but if it’s really dangerous like Swansea had said, maybe it was a good thing he was there to protect it. He cleared his throat as you walked by him, trying to get your attention.* Swansea: hey, you. The hell are you doing? There’s nothin’ but foam and the cockpit that way.