[ Idles hands and the devil's workshop, all that. Anything that's truly important is put away or encoded in a language known only to his clan, but Lavi makes a cautious note of this newfound traveler's curiosity, tinging his bemusement with a healthy dose of paranoia.

(Well, an added supplement, really. He has plenty of paranoia as is.)

He'll have to ask Noah to run a gentle but firm electrical current to those doors deemed off-limits, he suspects, but he delays that order just now, chuckling to Crow's assessment of just how 'not bad' the other killjoy might be.

Lavi is fairly sure Kanda would shoot the other man for breathing like a Nine, so it doesn't really matter whether or not he's one to get into petty arguments. Yu's temper is as impressive as it is terrifying. ]

That would be awesome, thanks. Since we're on a nickname basis, I'd make you clean it up.

[ Is that a threat? Is he being friendly? It's difficult to tell with this one when everything he says is with the same smile and laugh, but he's dutifully leading Crowley through the line of the ship, past several rooms he doesn't offer any explanation for--a med bay, a mess area, a training area, and finally to the crew quarters, two doors down from the cockpit itself.

There are no furnishings, nothing interesting about the room--bunk beds that are likely too short for someone of Crowley's height, but Lavi certainly isn't sharing his personal quarters. They're not that close. ]

Well. Here we are. I'll be in the cockpit if you need me, there's food down thataway, and ...

[ Finish this sentence?

#bye redhead felicia ]