[ Hook's used to pushing people's buttons. The thing is, he's usually more aware of which buttons he's pushing; that's not the case with Charles, and there's an element of genuine surprise in the lift of Hook's eyebrows as he raises his hands (well, hand) in a conciliatory gesture. ]
Easy, mate.
[ The address is repetitive, made inherently sarcastic for it. That's in response to the quick snap, but his expression darkens somewhat as Charles continues. The interest is less personal, this time; it's the mention of the ship that's got his attention, though the dig at the end does earn a slightly irritated look. ] You think the ship did something to her.
[ Of course it did. The ship's been messing with them since day one. The question's more pointed than the open phrasing would imply, tangled up in the memory of the hallways— or the lack of memory, rather. It's been spotty since he got back. What he does remember is enough for the implication in Charles' words to strike a familiar nerve, the idea of the ship outright controlling them, changing them, and he's too distracted by the thought to follow up on his initial line of questioning. ]
climbs back
Easy, mate.
[ The address is repetitive, made inherently sarcastic for it. That's in response to the quick snap, but his expression darkens somewhat as Charles continues. The interest is less personal, this time; it's the mention of the ship that's got his attention, though the dig at the end does earn a slightly irritated look. ] You think the ship did something to her.
[ Of course it did. The ship's been messing with them since day one. The question's more pointed than the open phrasing would imply, tangled up in the memory of the hallways— or the lack of memory, rather. It's been spotty since he got back. What he does remember is enough for the implication in Charles' words to strike a familiar nerve, the idea of the ship outright controlling them, changing them, and he's too distracted by the thought to follow up on his initial line of questioning. ]