[ the amount of times in his life he's been complimented on his keen sense of direction, on his eagle eye, his luck - the words slide out of his periphery so easily. yes, he can navigate anything, anywhere, without thinking much. better not to draw attention to what is innate in him, anyway. he continues walking up the stairs until he hears movement behind him, eyes tracking koby up to the stop. ]

Am I not allowed to call a fellow seaman handsome? Is that one of the rules in your world of oceans?

[ quentin grins, continuing up the stairs to meet koby on the landing, rolling one shoulder, as though testing where the pain might be. definitely his ribs, definitely. so as not to draw further attention to his injuries, he sighs. ]

You are my attending medic - administering first aid is in your capable hands. You suggested a wash up, and who am I to deny your expertise in this matter. There might be more wounds under all the dirt. I may have a head injury - I could be concussed. I shouldn't be left to my own devices.

[ there's that grin again and this time he nudges him with an elbow before starting down the hall. indeed, favoring one side. ]